four in the morning
Audrey knew little about dying , except that it was a habit people had of plunging you suddenly into mourning when you had just ordered a new dress . Death was another of those things she could not understand . By the time she had had luncheon , and decided what clothes she would take , and packed them ; by the time the one old fly in the village had been ordered , and had made its way at a funereal pace to Barnstaple , -- Audrey was just in time to see the three-o'clock train steaming out of the station . By taking the next train and travelling all night , she would only reach Paddington at four in the morning . As she was at last borne on towards London , lying back on the cushions and trying to sleep , the facts became more clear to her . Vincent was dying ; and he had sent for her . She was exalted once more in her own eyes .