Early morning, eleven o'clock
Plain Hannah , too , dear old plain Hannah ! In the midst of her grief Darsie was filled with amusement at Hannah 's unique fashion of showing her sympathy . Hot water evidently commended itself to her mind as the ideal medium , for at a dozen hours of the day and night the door of Darsie 's study would open and Hannah would appear on the threshold , steaming can in hand . Early morning , eleven o'clock , before lunch , before tea , before dinner , before cocoa , before bed , Hannah and her can never failed to appear . For the first half of the Michaelmas term Darsie might literally have been described as never out of hot water . And now it was the Lent term ; eight months had passed by since the date of Ralph 's death , and it surely behoved Darsie to rise above her depression , and to throw herself once more into the full , happy life of the house . She was thankful to do it , thankful to welcome dawnings of the old zest , to feel her feet involuntarily quicken to a dance , to discover herself singing as she moved to and fro .