about eleven o'clock
They lay asleep now , breathing peacefully , and the Doctor , being satisfied that no serious mischief had happened to any of his family , meant to have it out with his sister-in-law . Mrs. Cameron was a very brave woman , or at least she considered herself so ; it was perfectly natural that people should fear her , she did not object to a little wholesome awe on the parts of those who looked up to her and depended on her words of wisdom . To be afraid on her own part was certainly not her custom , and yet that evening , as she sat alone in the deserted old drawing-room , and listened to the wind as it rose fitfully and moaned through the belt of fir-trees that sheltered the lawn ; as she sat there , pretending to knit , but listening all the time for footsteps which did not come , she did own to a feeling which she would not describe as fear , but which certainly kept her from going to bed , and made her feel somewhat uncomfortable . It was about eleven o'clock that night when Dr. Maybright entered the drawing-room . He was a tall man with a slight stoop , and his eyes looked somewhat short-sighted . To-night , however , he walked in quickly , holding himself erect . His eyes , too , had lost their peculiar expression of nearness of vision , and Mrs. Cameron knew at once that she was in for a bad time .