eight o'clock
They exchanged glances again . Whatever might be their private objections to each other , they had one point already on which they agreed , for with equal heartiness they both disapproved of Fräulein Kuhräuber . As soon as Baroness Elmreich found herself alone in her bedroom , she proceeded to examine its contents with minute care . Supper , she had been told , was not till eight o'clock , and she had not much to unpack ; so laying aside her hat and cloak , and glancing at the reflection of her little curls in the glass to see whether they were as they should be , she began her inspection of each separate article in her room , taking each one up and scrutinising it , holding the jars of hepaticas high above her head in order to see whether the price was marked underneath , untidying the bed to feel the quality of the sheets , poking the mattress to discover the nature of the stuffing , and investigating with special attention the embroidery on the pillow-cases . But everything was as dainty and as perfect as enthusiasm could make it . Nowhere , with her best endeavours , could she discover the signs she was looking for of cheapness and shabbiness in less noticeable things that would have helped her to understand her hostess . `` This embroidery has cost at least two marks the meter , '' she said to herself , fingering it .