eight o'clock
On the walls , hung with a faded paper of roses , were water-colour drawings , crayon portraits , some fine line engravings of well-known pictures , a few photographs in Oxford frames . The bedroom furniture proper was of heavy mahogany , a four-post bed hung with white dimity , a wardrobe as big as a closet . Nothing was modern except the articles on the dressing-table , nothing was very old . Never later than eight o'clock the Squire would rise and go into his dressing-room , and when Mrs. Clinton had dressed and in her orderly fashion tidied her room she would sit at her table and read until it was time to go down to breakfast . Whenever he got up earlier she got up earlier too , and had longer to spend by the window open to the summer morning , or in the winter with her books on the table lit by candles . They were for the most part devotional books . But once the Squire had come in to her very early one October morning when he was going cub-hunting and found her reading _ The Divine Comedy _ with a translation and an Italian dictionary and grammar .