nine o'clock
`` Still , it 's true , '' Norma mused , darkly . `` Only we seem unable to speak the truth in this house ! Well , I 'm stifling here -- '' She had been leaning out of the open window , the night was soft and warm . Norma looked at her wrist watch ; it was nine o'clock . A sudden mad impulse took her : she would go over to Jersey , and see Rose . It was not so very late , the babies kept Rose and Harry up until almost eleven . She thirsted suddenly for Rose , for Rose 's beautiful , pure little face , her puzzled , earnest blue eyes under black eyebrows , her pleasant , unready words that were always so true and so kind .