Nine o'clock
Sally , who had taken a seat on the bed , watched her . She thought how she might best pursue the quarrel , but her stomach called her thoughts from her sister , and she said : `` I do n't know how you feel , but I am dying of hunger . What time is it now ? '' `` Nine o'clock . '' `` Another half-hour . I suppose he wo n't start before the half-hour . '' `` Miss , '' said the maid , knocking at the door , `` Mr. Brookes wants to know if you are coming down to breakfast . ''