eight o'clock
She had been forgotten ... `` Toc , toc , toc ! '' at the door . And Sylvia sat up in bed relieved of her nightmare . It was eight o'clock ! She had overslept herself . Félicie was bringing in her tea , and on the tray lay a letter addressed in a handwriting Sylvia did not know , and on which was a French stamp . She turned the pale-grey envelope over doubtfully , wondering if it was really meant for her .