about one o'clock
How she hated seething in the bath of her own perspiration . Her wilful nature rebelled strongly . She would have thrown aside her coverings and gasped into the cold air , if Alvina had not pressed her down with that soft , inevitable pressure . So the hours passed , till about one o'clock , when the perspiration became less profuse , and the patient was really better , really quieter . Then Alvina went downstairs for a moment . She saw the light still burning in the front room . Tapping , she entered .