about eleven a.m
The Lady de Narbonne rose abruptly , and walked away , without another word , to the further end of the room . Half an hour later , Maude saw her in the midst of a gay group , laughing and jesting in the cheeriest manner . Of what sort of stuff could the woman be made ? The Countess of Buckingham did not leave Langley until after dinner the next day -- that is to say , about eleven a.m. . A little before dinner , as Maude , not being wanted at the moment , stood alone at the window of the hall , leaning her arms on the wide window-ledge , a voice asked behind her , -- `` Art yet thinking of Hawise Gerard ? '' `` I was so but this moment , Madam , '' replied Maude , turning round to meet the eyes of the Lady de Narbonne , now quiet and grave enough . '' 'T is little marvel , for I loved her dear . ''