He found his way to Dahlia's room; he put her Bible under his arm, and looked about him sadly. Time stood at a few minutes past eleven. Flinging himself into a chair, he thought of waiting in that place; but a crowd of undefinable sensations immediately beset him. Seeing Edward Blancove in the street below, he threw up the window compassionately, and Edward, casting a glance to right and left, crossed the road. Robert went down to him.
"I am waiting for my cousin." Edward had his watch in his hand. "I think
I am fast. Can you tell me the time exactly?"
"Why, I'm rather slow," said Robert, comparing time with his own watch.
"I make it four minutes past the hour."
"I am at fourteen," said Edward. "I fancy I must be fast."
"About ten minutes past, is the time, I think."
"So much as that!"
"It may be a minute or so less."
"I should like," said Edward, "to ascertain positively."
"There's a clock down in the kitchen here, I suppose," said Robert.
"Safer, there's a clock at the church, just in sight from here."
"Thank you; I will go and look at that."