nine o’clock
She dare not take it out and examine it , fearing still that she might be watched from some unseen quarter , but `` Thank God , '' she said to herself fervently , `` this horrible night is ended . Once over the frontier I am safe . '' She smoothed and brushed down her dress as well as she was able , and was greatly refreshed by her wash in cold water , which is one of the luxuries , not the least acceptable , on a sleeping car . At nine o'clock the long train came to a standstill , seventeen minutes late at Luga , and ample time was allowed for a leisurely breakfast in the buffet of the station . The restaurant was thronged with numerous passengers , most of whom seemed hardly yet awake , while many were unkempt and dishevelled , as if they had had little sleep during the night . Jennie found a small table and sat down beside it , ordering her coffee and rolls from the waiter who came to serve her . Looking round at the cosmopolitan company , and listening to the many languages , whose clash gave a Babel air to the restaurant , Jennie fell to musing on the strange experiences she had encountered since leaving London .