ten o'clock
Her passage through the town was somewhat like that of a butterfly crossing a field . `` Will he be there ? '' she asked . `` I did not tell him I was coming , but he heard me say I should be there at half-past ten o'clock . It is his duty to notice my least remark . '' When she reached her destination , the old town library , she mounted the lowest step and glanced rather guiltily up and down the street . Three ladies were going up and two men were going down : no one was coming toward Marguerite .