three o'clock
Nora had her own ideas as to the value of the opinions of any woman who had been in slavery for thirty years . Having eaten her luncheon and written her letter to her brother , she felt glad to rest once more . How wise the doctor had been to forbid her to go to the funeral , and how grateful she was that he had forbidden it , was her last waking thought . It was well on to three o'clock when Miss Pringle made her careful way up the path that led to the late Miss Wickham 's door . `` How strange it will be not to find her in her own drawing-room ! '' she reflected . `` I do n't recall that Nora Marsh and I have ever been alone together for two consecutive minutes in our lives .