eight o'clock
What right had she to dream the dreams of loveliness ? A dull face invited a dull fate . She cried quietly as she undressed , laying aside her clothes with her habitual precision , setting everything in order for the next day , when the old life must be taken up as though there had been no break in its routine . Her servant did not come till eight o'clock , and she prepared her own tea-tray and placed it beside the bed . Then she locked the door of the flat , extinguished her light and lay down . But on her bed sleep would not come , and she lay face to face with the fact that she hated Lily Bart . It closed with her in the darkness like some formless evil to be blindly grappled with .