ten o'clock
It was now near six o'clock , yet the hours seemed as long as they were melancholy till the family arose . They settled to remain quiet till some message was sent to them , but before any arrived , Mrs Harrel , who was seated upon the bed , wearied by fatigue and sorrow , cried herself to sleep like a child . Cecilia rejoiced in seeing this reprieve from affliction , though her keener sensations unfitted her from partaking of it ; much indeed was the uneasiness which kept her awake ; the care of Mrs Harrel seemed to devolve upon herself , the reception she might meet from the Delviles was uncertain , and the horrible adventures of the night , refused for a moment to quit her remembrance . At ten o'clock , a message was brought from Mrs Delvile , to know whether they were ready for breakfast . Mrs Harrel was still asleep , but Cecilia carried her own answer by hastening down stairs . In her way she was met by young Delvile , whose air upon first approaching her spoke him again prepared to address her with the most distant gravity ; but almost the moment he looked at her , he forgot his purpose ; her paleness , the heaviness of her eyes , and the fatigue of long watching betrayed by her whole face , again , surprised him into all the tenderness of anxiety , and he enquired after her health not as a compliment of civility , but as a question in which his whole heart was most deeply interested . Cecilia thanked him for his attention to her friend the night before , and then proceeded to his mother .