eight o'clock
This morning Harry looked as usual , except for something in the eyes , which none but she would notice . What had he been doing all those hours ? There was nothing erratic or abnormal about Harry . Sound sleep from the moment he put his head on his pillow to the moment at eight o'clock when his servant with great difficulty woke him , was the rule with him . What could have happened the night before -- while he and Lydia Penfold were alone together ? Victoria had seen them come back into the general company , had indeed been restlessly on the watch for their return . It had seemed to her -- though how be sure in that mingled light ?