about six o'clock
Her mother found it hard to forget or forgive the fact that her daughter had had an hour or two of freedom and enjoyment . Realisation of this made me detest the woman . And then , it may have been three months after this little outing , there came another Sunday incident that moved me . I returned to my room unexpectedly about six o'clock , having forgotten to take out with me a certain paper . The house was very silent , and perhaps that made me walk more softly than usual up the stairs . As I opened my door the warm , yellow light of the setting sun was slanting across my writing-table , and in the chair before it sat Fanny , reading a magazine . My first thought was of irritation .