six o'clock
It burned with horror and there was coolness in the smooth glaze of the silk . It seemed to her that she had been concerned in a hideous transaction , and her uppermost feeling was , strangely enough , that she was ashamed -- not of her sister but of herself . She did not believe her -- that was at the bottom of everything , and she had made her lie , she had brought out her perjury , she had associated it with the sacred images of the dead . She took no walk , she remained in her room , and quite late , towards six o'clock , she heard on the gravel , outside of her windows , the wheels of the carriage bringing back Mrs. Berrington . She had evidently been elsewhere as well as to Plash ; no doubt she had been to the vicarage -- she was capable even of that . She could pay ` duty-visits , ' like that -LRB- she called at the vicarage about three times a year -RRB- , and she could go and be nice to her mother-in-law with her fresh lips still fresher for the lie she had just told . For it was as definite as an aching nerve to Laura that she did not believe her , and if she did not believe her the words she had spoken were a lie .