about half past three in the afternoon
She was perfectly silent all the way from London to Upminster -- and Mr. Carlyon watched her furtively . He knew very well what was passing in her mind , and admired the will which suppressed the expression of it . She grew very pale indeed in the station-fly when they passed the gates of Wendover . It was about half past three in the afternoon -- and the Professor had promised to come to the archway opening of the secret passage at five . So Halcyone left him and took her way down the garden and through the little gate into the park . It seemed like revisiting some scene in a former life , so deep was the chasm which separated the last time she walked that way from this day . She passed the oak tree without stopping .