two in the morning
Mrs. Stuart and Lady Helena had a stewardess apiece . Happily , if severe , it was short ; before midnight they were at Holyhead , and on the train once more . Then off -- flying through Wales -- whirling by mountains -- illuminated glass stations -- the broad sea to their left , asleep under the stars , the spray at times almost in their faces . 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 .