eleven o'clock
The next morning Rachael , rising early and walking on the terrace with Alexander , was horrified to observe him warming his white belly in the sun . On three sides of the lagoon was a thick grove of manchineels , hung with their deadly apples ; here and there a palm , which drooped as if in discord with its neighbours . It was an uncheerful place for a woman with terror and tumult in her soul , but the house was large and had been made comfortable by her brother-in-laws ' slaves . Mrs. Lytton and Mrs. Mitchell drove over for the eleven o'clock breakfast . They were very kind , but they were many years older than the youngest of their family , proudly conscious of their virtue , uncomprehending of the emotions which had nearly wrenched Rachael 's soul from her body more than once . Moreover , Mrs. Mitchell was the physical image of Mary Fawcett without the inheritance of so much as the old lady 's temper ; and there were moments , as she sat chattering amiably with Alexander , with whom she immediately fell in love , when Rachael could have flown at and throttled her because she was not her mother . Mrs. Lytton was delicate and nervous , but more reserved , and Rachael liked her better .