three
o'clock
exclaimed Eeny ; `` she is everything by starts , and nothing long . Flying off to Quebec for a week , just as she is going to be married , with half her dresses unmade . It 's absurd . '' The afternoon train for Montreal passed through St. Croix at three o'clock . Kate and Reginald drove to the station with her , and saw her safely seated beside Doctor Frank . Her veil of drab gauze was down over her face , flushed and excited ; and she kissed her sister good-bye without lifting it . Reginald Stanford shook hands with her -- a long , warm , lingering clasp -- and flashed a bright , electric glance that thrilled to her inmost heart .