one o'clock
Nothing could exceed her astonishment when about four o'clock , as she was sitting deep in thought and bored on the arm of a horsehair chair , Mrs. Pearce opened the door and without the least warning let in Mrs. Morrison . Priscilla had promised Fritzing for that one day to stay quietly at the farm , and for the last two hours , finding the farm of an intolerable dulness , she had been engaged in reflections of an extremely complex nature on subjects such as Duty , Will , and Personality . Her morning in the Baker fields and by the banks of that part of the Sym that meanders through them had tuned her mind to meditation . The food at one o'clock and the manner of its bringing in by Annalise -- Priscilla had relieved Mrs. Pearce of that office -- tuned it still more . The blended slipperiness and prickliness of all the things she tried to sit on helped surprisingly ; and if I knew how far it is allowable to write of linen I could explain much of her state of mind by a description of the garments in which she was clothed that day . They were new garments taken straight from the Gerstein box . They were not even linen , -- how could they be for Fritzing 's three hundred marks ?