eight o'clock
Miss Pigchalke , so much was clear , had vanished as quietly and silently as she had come . One -- two -- three -- four -- five -- six -- Bubbles heard the clock in the dark corridor outside her room ring out the harmonious chimes , and she turned restlessly round in her warm , comfortable bed . It was very annoying to think she would have to wait two hours for a cup of tea , but there it was ! She had herself told Pegler she did n't want to be disturbed till eight o'clock . She still felt too `` done , '' too weak , to get up and try to find her way to the kitchen to make herself some tea . She lay , with her eyes wide open , longing for the daylight , and looking back with shrinking fear to a night full of a misty horror . Again and again she had lived through that awful moment when Varick had pushed her over the edge of the embankment , to roll quickly , softly , inexorably , into the icy-cold water .