nine o'clock
`` I believe , '' she rehearsed to herself , `` not because my spiritual experience tells me that the Mass is true , for it does not ; not because the Bible says so , because it is possible to interpret that in more than one way ; but because that Society which I now propose to treat as Divine -- the Representative of the Incarnate Word -- nay , His very mystical Body -- tells me so : and I rely upon that , and rest in her arms , which are the Arms of the Everlasting , and hang upon her lips , through which the Infallible Word speaks . '' And so Isabel , in a timid peace at last , from her first act of Catholic faith , fell asleep . She awoke to find the winter sun streaming into her room , and Mistress Margaret by her bedside . `` Dear child , '' said the old lady , `` I would not wake you earlier ; you have had such a short night ; but James leaves in an hour 's time ; and it is just nine o'clock , and I know you wish to see him . '' When she came down half an hour later she found Mistress Margaret waiting for her outside Lady Maxwell 's room . `` He is in there , '' she said . `` I will tell Mary '' ; and she slipped in .