one
o'clock
The landlady had been going round the room , picking up a bit of paper here and wiping her apron over a table there , the while taking a careful view of Dolly and examining her all over . Dolly 's figure and manner were irreproachable ; and with renewed proffers of service , the woman at last , having no choice , left the room . Dolly stood still a moment then , collecting herself and looking at the situation . Past one o'clock , and her father not out of his room ! That was not like any of his habits , as she knew them ; and Dolly stood with the shadow of a nameless fear falling across her spirit . Nameless , and formless ; she did not discern it clearly or attempt to examine it ; the mere shadow of it chilled her to the bone . She stood thinking , and trembling .