about eleven o'clock
And so she and Henry had parted at the Carlsbad station next day with the understanding between them that , when Sabine could tell him that she was free , he would be at liberty to press his suit and she would give a favorable answer . She thought of these past things now for a moment while she re-read Lord Fordyce 's letter . It told her , there in her Héronac garden , in a hurried P.S. that a friend had joined him that moment at Havre , and clamored to be taken on the trip , too , claiming an old promise . He was quite a nice young man -- but if she did not want any extra person , she was to wire to -- , where they would arrive about eleven o'clock , and there this interloper should be ruthlessly marooned ! The post had evidently been going , and the P.S. must have been written in frightful haste after the advent of the friend -- for his name was not even given . Sabine had not wired . She felt a certain sense of relief .