nine o'clock
And , anyway , it will be over soon . A week is n't long . '' Putting on a trim morning dress , of soft old rose cashmere , with a fine embroidered white yoke , she went sedately down to the breakfast room . She had been told to come to breakfast at nine o'clock , and the clock struck the hour just as she crossed the threshold . Instead of her employer , she was astounded to see Philip Van Reypen calmly seated at the table . `` Jolly to see you again ! '' he cried , as he jumped up to greet her .