eleven o'clock
She sat by the window , deaf to all outside things , with only one thought in her mind ; she would gladly have buried the occurrence of the arbour , if it were possible , but as it was , she must tell her mother , as now , that his motive was made plain , Monty Bell , as a matter of course , could no longer come to the house . Finally she went to bed and slept from sheer exhaustion , never for a moment doubting that her mother would take her view of the matter . Presently the French maid crept in and closed the blinds , wondering why Mademoiselle often seemed to take pleasure so sadly , and appeared older than Madame , her mother , and then , feeling at liberty , hurried down gayly to dance on the back porch with the loitering gentlemen 's gentlemen who gathered there . * * * * * Mrs. Latham slept late the next morning , and at eleven o'clock had only finished looking over her mail without yet touching her breakfast , when , without waiting for an answer to her knock , Sylvia entered . Her mother looked up in some surprise , for she did not encourage running in and out at all hours , or any of the usual intimacies between a mother and grown daughter who are companions . In fact she did not even ask Sylvia to sit down , or if she was ill , though her pallor was very apparent , but merely raised questioning eyebrows , saying , `` What is it ? '' as she turned her attention to some legal-looking documents in her lace-decked lap .