About nine o'clock
I might not have to use it , but I was fatalist enough to fancy that I should . In the meantime it helped me to lie still , my thoughts fixed on the night , and the day made easy for me after all . If only I could sleep ! About nine o'clock Jane Braithwaite paid me a surly visit ; in half an hour she was back with tea and toast and an altered mien . She not only lit my fire , but treated me the while to her original tone of almost fervent civility and respect and determination . Her vagaries soon ceased to puzzle me : the psychology of Jane Braithwaite was not recondite . In the night it had dawned upon her that Rattray had found me harmless and was done with me , therefore there was no need for her to put herself out any further on my account .