one o'clock
`` Wonderful old lady ! '' was the remark of most who left her presence ; but some exchanged glances and let fall ominous words . On the evening when May and Constance were at the crush in Pont Street , she would not go to bed , but lay on a couch in her chamber , occasionally dozing , more often wide awake and quivering with the agitation of her mind . It was one o'clock when the girls returned , but she had given orders that Miss Tomalin should at once come to see her , and May , flushed , resplendent , entered the dimly-lighted room . `` Well , have you enjoyed yourself ? '' The voice was a shock to May 's ears . After those to which she had been listening , it sounded sepulchral .