about ten o'clock
The old ones were riddled with holes . She hoped Aunt Grace -- she went back to the familiar name -- would not miss them , would be satisfied with the room , which looked so fresh with its clean white paper and the pink carpet and cushions and curtains . She was filling bowls and vases with red and white roses , setting them where the tired eyes of the travellers might rest upon them when they came . Probably they would arrive about ten o'clock . The room looked over the lawns and paddocks at the back of the house . She had not heard any sounds of arrival , -- but -- the bedroom door opened suddenly and Mrs. Comerford came in . `` Clinch told me I should find you here , Mary , '' she said : and the two who had loved each other and parted , with cold resentment on one side , tears on the other , were looking into each other 's eyes .