ten in the morning
Indeed this was a subject that lasted her hundreds of morning walks round Richmond Park , and blotted out the trees and the people and the deer . Why did they do the things they did , and what did they feel , and what was it all about ? Again she heard Aunt Lucy talking to Aunt Eleanor . She had been that morning to take up the character of a servant , `` And , of course , at half-past ten in the morning one expects to find the housemaid brushing the stairs . '' How odd ! How unspeakably odd ! But she could not explain to herself why suddenly as her aunt spoke the whole system in which they lived had appeared before her eyes as something quite unfamiliar and inexplicable , and themselves as chairs or umbrellas dropped about here and there without any reason .