about six o'clock
Again Mrs. Amber nodded smilingly ; she thought what a make-believe world these young brides lived in , and then she sighed . All that afternoon she tended Marie , and gave her tea , and fulfilled her offer of setting the dinner forward before she went away , with the inquiry still in her heart . Marie was better . She rose from her bed about six o'clock , pleased as a cat with the warm room , and set about the business of her toilet . Sitting down to the dressing-table , she looked long and earnestly at her face ; the rest she had taken had plumped and coloured it again , but there was a something , a kind of frailty , a blue darkness under the eyes . Perhaps it made her look less pretty ? She was inclined to fret over it a trifle .