nine o'clock
On that evening , when she reached home , she said very little . She was so tired . Might she go to bed ? `` What , at nine o'clock ? '' asked Aunt Sarah . `` I 'll stay up , if you wish it , '' said Mary . But before ten she was alone in her own chamber , sitting in her own chair , with her arms folded , feeling , rather than thinking , how divine a thing it was to be in love .