nearly twelve o'clock
Then I went outside to read a book and watch for Boggley . My book was one of those American novels where every woman is -- to judge from the illustrations -- of more than earthly beauty . I got so disheartened after a little when everyone I met had a complexion of rose and snow -LRB- besides , I did n't believe it -RRB- that I shut it up . I found it was nearly twelve o'clock , and Boggley had n't arrived . I waited another quarter of an hour , and then went in and ate some ham and eggs . One o'clock , and the train came and went , but still no trace of the laggard . Outside the station the blinding white road lay empty .