eleven o'clock
I imagined that she supposed that Chillington would ask her to marry him some day , before very long , and I was sure she would accept him ; but it was quite plain that , if Miss Liston persisted in making Pamela her heroine , she would have to supply from her own resources a large supplement of passion . Pamela was far too deficient in the commodity to be made anything of without such re-enforcement , even by an art more adept at making much out of nothing than Miss Liston 's straightforward method could claim to be . A week passed , and then , one Friday morning , a new light burst on me . Miss Liston came into the garden at eleven o'clock and sat down by me on the lawn . Chillington and Pamela had gone riding with the squire , Dora was visiting the poor . We were alone . The appearance of Miss Liston at this hour -LRB- usually sacred to the use of the pen -RRB- , no less than her puzzled look , told me that an obstruction had occurred in the novel .