eight o'clock in the
evening
* * * * * It was five days now since they had heard that Michael had died of his wounds . Frances was in Michael 's room . She was waiting for Dorothea and Veronica to help her to find his papers . It was eight o'clock in the evening , and they had to be sorted and laid out ready for Morton Ellis to look over them to-morrow . To-morrow Morton Ellis would come , and he would take them away . The doors of Michael 's and of Nicky 's rooms were always kept shut ; Frances knew that , if she were to open the door on the other side of the corridor and look in , every thing in Nicky 's room would welcome her with tenderness even while it inflicted its unique and separate wound . But Michael 's room was bare and silent .