one o'clock
The rain went on drizzling , and Janet sat still , leaning her aching head on her hand , and looking alternately at the fire and out of the window . She felt this could not last -- this motionless , vacant misery . She must determine on something , she must take some step ; and yet everything was so difficult . It was one o'clock , and Mrs. Pettifer rose from her seat , saying , ` I must go and see about dinner . ' The movement and the sound startled Janet from her reverie . It seemed as if an opportunity were escaping her , and she said hastily , ` Is Mr. Tryan in the town today , do you think ? ' ` No , I should think not , being Saturday , you know , ' said Mrs. Pettifer , her face lighting up with pleasure ; ` but he _ would _ come , if he was sent for .