about five o'clock in the morning
Quenrede 's shyness , which was only an outer casing , had suddenly disappeared in the presence of a fellow-victim of social conventions , and conversation came easily , all the more so after being pent-up all the evening . Henry Desmond , wandering into the conservatory presently , remarked to his partner , sotto voce : `` That Saxon girl 's chattering sixteen to the dozen now ! Could n't get a word out of her myself ! '' When Quenrede , sometime about five o'clock in the morning , tried to creep stealthily to bed without disturbing her sister , Ingred , refreshed by half a night 's sleep , sat up wide awake and demanded details . `` Sh ! Sh ! Mother said we were n't to talk now , and I must tell you everything afterwards .