two o'clock
She was bard at work building for her soul its ` lordly pleasure-house , ' its Palace of Art . Could she , poor as she was , dependent , bound by such obvious chains to the gross earth , hope to abide in her courts and corridors for ever ? ... Friday was the day of her arrival at Banbrigg . On the Saturday afternoon she hoped to enjoy a walk with her father ; he would reach home from the mill shortly after two o'clock , and would then have his dinner . Mrs. Hood dined at one , and could not bring herself to alter the hour for Saturday ; it was characteristic of her . That there might be no culinary cares on Sunday morning , she always cooked her joint of meat on the last day of the week ; partaking of it herself at one o'clock , she cut slices for her husband and kept them warm , with vegetables , in the oven . This was not selfishness in theory , however much it may have been so in practice ; it merely meant that she was unable to introduce variation into a mechanical order ; and , as her husband never dreamed of complaining , Mrs. Hood could see in the arrangement no breach of the fitness of things , even though it meant that poor Hood never sat down to a freshly cooked meal from one end of the year to the other .