about nine o'clock
His face burned , his eyes flashed tears ; he held his head up to stop them falling . `` Barbara -- if he dies , I 'll kill myself . '' That evening Mr. Waddington 's temperature went up another point . Ralph , calling about nine o'clock , found Barbara alone in the library , huddled in a corner of the sofa , with her pocket-handkerchief beside her , rolled in a tight , damp ball . She started as he came in . `` Oh , '' she said , `` I thought you were the doctor . '' `` Do you want him ? ''