two o'clock
`` Miss Deane , my dear , '' Edward said , with an entreating look at Zoe , which she did not see , her eyes being at that instant fixed upon the face of her uninvited and unwelcome guest . `` How do you do , my dear Mrs. Travilla ? I hope you are glad to see me ? '' laughed the intruder , holding out a delicately gloved hand , `` your husband has played the Good Samaritan to me to-night -- saving me from having to stay in one of those wretched little hotels in the village till two o'clock to-morrow morning . '' `` I am in usual health , thank you . Will you walk in ? '' returned Zoe in a freezing tone , and utterly ignoring the offered hand .