eight o'clock
She did not feel the smallest wish to hurt the woman who had injured her , let that be said in her praise ; for though vengeance be the Lord 's , to long for it is human . She only desired to be out of the house , and out of sight of the face that lay where her father 's had lain , and beyond reach of the voice that had told her what she wished she had never known . But there was no escape and she had to bear it ; and when the night wore away at last , it had been the longest she remembered in all her life . Her face was as white as the Mother Superior 's and her dark blue eyes looked almost black ; even Madame Bernard would not have recognised the bright-haired Angela of other days in the weary and sad-faced nun who met the doctor outside the door of the sick-room when he came at eight o'clock . She told him that the patient had been delirious about midnight , but had rested tolerably ever since . He glanced at the temperature chart she brought him and then looked keenly at her face and frowned . ` What is the matter with all of you White Sisters ? '