a quarter past six
I shall be gone long before you 're up . '' She took her up-stairs to Marion 's bedroom , a charming room on the first floor , and Pollyooly found the most comfortable spring bed so lulling that in spite of her expectation of an exciting morrow , she soon fell asleep . The yet more excited duchess was longer falling asleep ; but she rose at half-past five and dressed and breakfasted . It was a quarter past six when she came out into the garden , on her way to the station , and found the detective sunning himself , after the chill of his night-watch , on the garden fence at a point from which he had under observation both the path to the front door and that to the back . He had a rather heavy face , but he showed a proper sense of her rank and position , for he rose and raised his hat nearly three inches , respectfully . A woman of the world , the duchess knew the advantage of his having a tale to think upon , for she said with a nice show of indignation : `` I 'm going straight to my solicitor in town to take the final steps to have this persecution stopped ! I 'm going to have you removed by the police .