one o'clock at night
Phoebe was dismayed and conscience-stricken , and would fain have offered inquiries and sympathy , but no one had more thoroughly than Lucy the power of repulsion . ` No , nothing was amiss -- of course she felt the frost . She would not speak to Honor -- there was nothing to speak about ; ' and she went up to her brother 's room . Mr. Randolf was out with Mr. Currie , and Phoebe , still exceedingly busy writing notes and orders , and packing for her journey , did not know that there was an unconscious resolution in her own mind that her business _ should _ not be done till he came home , were it at one o'clock at night ! He did come at no unreasonable hour , and found her fastening directions upon the pile of boxes in the hall . ` What are you doing ? Miss Charlecote is not going away ? '