six o’clock
Mr. Conway had just caused two divorces ; and of course , all the women in London were dying for him -- judge then of the pride which Lady Frances felt at his addresses . The end of the season was unusually dull , and my mother , after having looked over her list of engagements , and ascertained that she had none remaining worth staying for , agreed to elope with her new lover . The carriage was at the end of the square . My mother , for the first time in her life , got up at six o'clock . Her foot was on the step , and her hand next to Mr. Conway 's heart , when she remembered that her favourite china monster and her French dog were left behind . She insisted on returning -- re-entered the house , and was coming down stairs with one under each arm , when she was met by my father and two servants . My father 's valet had discovered the flight -LRB- I forget how -RRB- , and awakened his master .