ten
o'clock at night
she exclaimed , striking the latch down . She had forgotten the meat . There was Rebecca at the window . The bareness of Mrs. Pearce 's front room was fully displayed at ten o'clock at night when a powerful oil lamp stood on the middle of the table . The harsh light fell on the garden ; cut straight across the lawn ; lit up a child 's bucket and a purple aster and reached the hedge . Mrs. Flanders had left her sewing on the table . There were her large reels of white cotton and her steel spectacles ; her needle-case ; her brown wool wound round an old postcard .