eleven o'clock
`` An everyday sort of thing . Lady Rylton , what do you think ? '' But when they look round for her they find Tita has disappeared . It is now eleven o'clock . Margaret , who is in her own room , and has sent her maid to bed , is sitting over her fire dreaming of many things , when her door is suddenly opened and as suddenly closed , and , just as suddenly as all the rest of it , a little fragile thing runs towards her , and flings herself in a perfectly tragic fashion upon her breast , lying there prone -- lost , apparently , in an unappeasable outburst of grief . `` Tita , my child , my darling ! What has happened ? ''