Ten minutes past nine
The glass showed her that she was very pale , and she wondered if such pallor was a sign of madness . `` I will not go daft ! '' she whimpered , and began rubbing her cheeks with her knuckles to bring back the colour ; and saw among the quiet reflected things the queer face , its features pulled every way with derision , of Mr. Philip . He said twangingly , `` Ten minutes past nine , Miss Melville ! '' Her heart was bursting with the thought of what made-up tales of vanity he would spin from this . `` Later than that . Later than that , '' she told him wildly .