Nine o'clock
Indeed , as a matter of fact , there was something of the young , unmarried lady in her aspect ; no one would have taken her for a married woman and the mother of a five-year-old boy . She thought , with a slight sigh , that truly she would have done better to have remained unmarried . But , as to that , she was feeling that day very much like a bride . Nine o'clock ! Still two long hours to wait ! What could she do in the meantime ? She sat down at the table , ordered coffee and sipped it slowly .