three in the morning
Past villages , ruins , castles , and cottages , and at two in the morning thundering into the big station at Chester . Two carriages awaited them at the Chester station . Into one entered Mr. and Mrs. Stuart , Sir Victor , and Beatrix ; into the other , Lady Helena , Edith , Charley , and Captain Hammond . They drove away through quiet , quaint Chester , `` rare old city of Chester , '' with its wonderful walls , its curious old streets -- looking like set scenes in a theatre to American eyes -- glimpses of the peaceful Dee , glimpses of Curson Park , with its stately villas ; away for miles over a country road , then Chesholm at three in the morning , silent and asleep . Presently an endless stretch of ivied wall appears in view , inclosing a primeval forest , it seems to Edith ; and Lady Helena sits up and rubs her eyes , and says it is Catheron Royals . The girl leans forward and strains her eyes , but can make out nothing in the darkness save that long line of wall and waving trees . This is to be Trixy 's home , she thinks -- happy Trixy !