eight o'clock
Bathsheba sat here till it began to rain , and the light vanished , when she withdrew to lie restlessly in her bed and re-enact in a worn mind the lurid scene of yesternight . Almost before the first faint sign of dawn appeared she arose again , and opened the window to obtain a full breathing of the new morning air , the panes being now wet with trembling tears left by the night rain , each one rounded with a pale lustre caught from primrose-hued slashes through a cloud low down in the awakening sky . From the trees came the sound of steady dripping upon the drifted leaves under them , and from the direction of the church she could hear another noise -- peculiar , and not intermittent like the rest , the purl of water falling into a pool . Liddy knocked at eight o'clock , and Bathsheba un-locked the door . `` What a heavy rain we 've had in the night , ma'am ! '' said Liddy , when her inquiries about breakfast had been made . `` Yes , very heavy . ''