nine o'clock
She recalled a certain scene one evening when she had driven over in her car to take Sophy to the theatre , and was sitting in the veranda half hidden by a screen , awaiting her friend , whilst Mrs. Krauss , lying prone upon the sofa , fanned herself with a languid hand . Presently , from a doorway , Lily noiselessly drifted in . She was amazingly light-footed for her bulk . `` Now , it is nine o'clock , '' she said , addressing her mistress , `` and you have got to go to bed . '' Her voice was sharp and authoritative . The reply came in a low murmur of expostulation . `` I 'm going to the Pagoda to-night , '' continued Lily , `` but you will be all right .