eight o'clock
There was nothing else to be done . Arming an adventurous _ sais _ with Maurice 's lantern , an alpenstock , and two notes tied up in a scrap of oiled silk , Quita choked down her misery , and did her utmost to comply with his request . But the meal was only a partial success , for the rebellious heart of her was out there in the rain , following the notes to their destination . They did not reach it till well after eight o'clock , when those who awaited her had given up all hope , and were just sitting down to dinner . Lenox still wore his arm in a sling , and the lines in his face looked deeper than usual . Otherwise he was quite himself again . The anxiety in his eyes gave place to dejection as Honor handed him Quita 's note .