eight o'clock
It was all one whirl , leaving no time for sitting down , and still less for musing . Lionel went indeed with his father to the committee-room , and was there half the day ; for his services were wonderful , and particularly his memory for names and places , to which Mr. Lyddell declared he would rather trust than to any memorandum . He was thus out of Marian 's way all the morning , but there was enough to occupy her without him , and in the afternoon he came home , full of news , and especially full of glory , in a conquest of his own , a doubtful voter , whom he had recollected , and undertaken to secure , had made the servant drive him round that way , canvassed on his own account , and obtained a promise , extracted as Marian suspected , by admiration of the blind young gentleman 's high spirit and independence . Mr. Lyddell was particularly delighted ; when became home very late , just before the eight o'clock dinner , he came up into his wife 's room , and told her the whole story , told Marian all over again on the stairs , and told it a third time to some of the dinner guests , before Lionel came down . Marian saw he valued that vote above all the rest . Busy as the day had been , Marian was resolved to sit up till her brother 's return at two o'clock in the morning , to hear his tidings , and she expected to enjoy the space for thinking ; but the thoughts would not be settled , and instead of dwelling on Edmund and Agnes , she found herself continually going back to the voters ' list , and counting up the forces on each side . Then she grew sleepy , and fell into a long musing dream of shapeless fancies , woke herself , tried to write to Agnes , and went off into her former vision of felicity in the house at the Quarry , which she indulged in , forgetting that she had renounced it .