eight o'clock
She dropped his wrists and saw him sit down , limply , in the nearest chair and cover his face with his hands . Then she walked to the stairs and went up without a backward glance . He was pallid and silent at breakfast next morning and Honor was careful not to look at him . It was beginning to seem , in the eight o'clock sunlight , as if the happening of the night before must have been a horrid dream , and her sense of anger and scorn gradually gave way to pity . After all ... poor old Carter , who had so little ... Jimsy , who had so much ! What Carter had said in his tirade about Jimsy 's drinking she did not believe ; it was simply temper ; angry exaggeration . Mildred Lorimer , looking at Carter 's white face and the gray shadows under his eyes and observing Honor 's manner toward him , sighed audibly and was a little distant when she bade her daughter farewell .