about nine o'clock
It is fine weather now . Of evenings on the days when he does not come , she takes a long walk into London -- yes , as far as Russell Square , and rests on the stone by the railing of the garden opposite Mr. Osborne 's house . It is so pleasant and cool . She can look up and see the drawing-room windows illuminated , and , at about nine o'clock , the chamber in the upper story where Georgy sleeps . She knows -- he has told her . She prays there as the light goes out , prays with an humble heart , and walks home shrinking and silent . She is very tired when she comes home .