about ten o'clock
The meeting to which she had looked forward so impatiently had come and was over , and now she did not know whether to rejoice or to lament . For an hour she sat in her close hot room , unable to think clearly on the subject , oppressed with a weak drowsy feeling she could not account for . At last she remembered that she had spent an anxious sleepless night , and had taken no refreshment during the day , and rousing herself she went downstairs to ask the landlady to give her some tea . It refreshed her , and lying down without undressing on her bed , she fell into a deep sleep , from which she did not awake until about ten o'clock . Lying there , still drowsy , and again mentally going through that interview with Arthur , her eye was attracted by the white gleam of an envelope lying on the dusky floor -- a letter which the servant had thrust in under the door for her . It was from Arthur . MY DEAR SISTER -LSB- he wrote -RSB- , I fear I have offended you more deeply than ever ; I was scarcely sane when I saw you to-day .