one o'clock
She could not help feeling how sudden and lovely that moment 's grasp of his hand was : so warm , so whole . And thus they watched the Sunday morning landscape slip by , as they ran into Knarborough . They went out to a little restaurant to eat . It was one o'clock . `` Is n't it strange , that we are travelling together like this ? '' she said , as she sat opposite him . He smiled , looking into her eyes .