Ten o'clock
He wished so , too , and with another fond good-by they parted . The day seemed long to Rosamond , and , though she varied the time by trying on each and every one of her new dresses , she was glad when it was night , so she could go to bed and sleep the time away . The next morning the depression of spirits was gone ; he was coming -- she should wait for him beneath the sycamore -- possibly she would hide to make him believe she was not there , and the bright blushes stole over her dimpled cheeks as she thought what he would do when he found that she _ was _ there . `` Ten o'clock , '' she said to herself , as she heard the whistle of the upward train . `` Seven hours more and he will come . '' Going to her room , she took a book , in which she tried to be interested , succeeding so well that , though her windows commanded a view of the avenue , she did not see the lady who came slowly up the walk , casting about her eager , curious glances , and pausing more than once to note the exceeding beauty of the place . Once she stopped for a long time , and , leaning against a tree , seemed to be debating whether to turn back or go on .