eight o’clock
Her head ached and her heart likewise . She had won Sylvia 's desire for her ; but Sylvia would go out of her life , and the Old Lady did not see how she was to go on living after that . Yet she sat there unflinchingly for two hours , an upright , indomitable old figure , silently fighting her losing battle with the forces of physical and mental pain , while happy people came and went , and laughed and talked before her . At eight o'clock the Old Lady got off the train at Bright River station , and slipped off unnoticed into the darkness of the wet night . She had two miles to walk , and a cold rain was falling . Soon the Old Lady was wet to the skin and chilled to the marrow . She felt as if she were walking in a bad dream .