ten o'clock
To that degree it was successful ; there was only an appeal , strange and mute , in the white old face , which produced the effect of a want of decision greater than could by any stretch of optimism have been associated with her attitude toward what had happened . For Maisie herself indeed what had happened was oddly , as she could feel , less of a simple rapture than any arrival or return of the same supreme friend had ever been before . What had become overnight , what had become while she slept , of the comfortable faculty of gladness ? She tried to wake it up a little wider by talking , by rejoicing , by plunging into water and into clothes , and she made out that it was ten o'clock , but also that Mrs. Wix had not yet breakfasted . The day before , at nine , they had had together a _ café complet _ in their sitting-room . Mrs. Wix on her side had evidently also a refuge to seek . She sought it in checking the precipitation of some of her pupil 's present steps , in recalling to her with an approach to sternness that of such preliminaries those embodied in a thorough use of soap should be the most thorough , and in throwing even a certain reprobation on the idea of hurrying into clothes for the sake of a mere stepfather .