six o'clock
The moment Catherine left Mr. Linton 's room she appeared at my bedside . Her day was divided between us ; no amusement usurped a minute : she neglected her meals , her studies , and her play ; and she was the fondest nurse that ever watched . She must have had a warm heart , when she loved her father so , to give so much to me . I said her days were divided between us ; but the master retired early , and I generally needed nothing after six o'clock , thus the evening was her own . Poor thing ! I never considered what she did with herself after tea . And though frequently , when she looked in to bid me good-night , I remarked a fresh colour in her cheeks and a pinkness over her slender fingers , instead of fancying the line borrowed from a cold ride across the moors , I laid it to the charge of a hot fire in the library .