three o'clock
She tried , in the reveries running along with what she was hearing of Charmian 's talk , every way of undoing it that she could imagine : she wrote to Ludlow ; she sent for him ; she went to him ; but it was all impossible . She did not wish to undo the wrong that she might have back her dream of happiness again ; she had been willing to be less than true , and she could wish him to know that she hated herself for that . It went on and on , in her brain ; there was no end to it ; no way to undo the snarl that life had tangled itself up into . She looked at the clock on the mantel , and saw that it was three o'clock . `` Why do n't you go to bed ? '' she asked Charmian . `` I shall not go to bed , I shall never go to bed , '' said Charmian darkly .