six o’clock
Rosina stared at him , motionless , for the space of perhaps ten seconds , and then an utter contempt filled her , and every other consideration fled . She ran up two or three steps , crossed the hall , and passed the _ Portier _ like a flash , flew up the one flight of stairs that led to her corridor , and broke in upon Ottillie with a lack of dignity such as she was rarely guilty of . `` Ottillie , '' she exclaimed , panting under the weight of many mixed feelings , `` I want to leave for Constance by the first train that goes in the morning . I do n't care if it is at six o'clock , I 'll get up . Ring and find out about everything , and then see to the bill and all . I _ must _ go ! '' Ottillie stood there , and her clever fingers were already unfastening her mistress ' hat-pins .