six o'clock
It had struck twelve when she came into her room , and by the time she was assuring herself that she had left out only what was necessary , the faint dawn was stealing through the white blinds and dulling her candles . What was the use of going to bed ? Her cold bath was refreshment enough , and she saw that a slight trace of fatigue about the eyes only made her look the more interesting . Before six o'clock she was completely equipped in her gray traveling dress even to her felt hat , for she meant to walk out as soon as she could count on seeing other ladies on their way to the springs . And happening to be seated sideways before the long strip of mirror between her two windows she turned to look at herself , leaning her elbow on the back of the chair in an attitude that might have been chosen for her portrait . It is possible to have a strong self-love without any self-satisfaction , rather with a self-discontent which is the more intense because one 's own little core of egoistic sensibility is a supreme care ; but Gwendolen knew nothing of such inward strife . She had a _ naïve _ delight in her fortunate self , which any but the harshest saintliness will have some indulgence for in a girl who had every day seen a pleasant reflection of that self in her friends ' flattery as well as in the looking-glass .