Nine o'clock
-- Your Ladyship and Mrs. Whitmore still live in their hearts ; the pure air of Hillford-Down will not mix with the cold blast of ingratitude . May the soft pillow I am going to repose on , shut not out from my mind the load of obligations which rest on it ! -- The remembrance is balm to my soul , either in my sleeping or waking hours . Nine o'clock . Scarce out of my bed half an hour ! -- How have I over-slept myself ! Mrs. Bennet has prevailed on Mr. Jenkings to have some breakfast .