six o'clock
Emile 's instinct prompted him vigorously to go back now and see how she was getting on , but he dared not neglect the work of his Society . There were letters to be written , arrangements to be made , all the usual paraphernalia of intrigue to be kept going . He returned to his own rooms and began to write savagely , using all his will to expel from his brain the vision of the girl as he had seen her last , semi-conscious , and yet with his name on her lips . Michael had promised to see her again at six o'clock . It would be time enough if he also went then . Besides , the Cause came first always , and there were many women in the world . His pen tore fiercely over the paper as something whispered : `` Women ?