two in the morning
It was the second night spent out of bed , and all day long she had expected every moment would end the journey , and the end , she had naturally supposed , would be a palace . There would be a palace , and warmth , and light , and food , and welcome , and honour , and appreciative lacqueys with beautiful white silk calves -- alas , Annalise 's ideal , her one ideal , was to be for ever where there were beautiful white silk calves . The road between Ullerton and Symford conveyed to her mind no assurance whatever of the near neighbourhood of such things ; and as for the dog-cart -- '' _ Himmel _ , '' said Annalise to herself , whenever she thought of the dog-cart . Their journey ended at two in the morning . Almost exactly at that hour they stopped at the garden gate of Baker 's Farm , and a woman came out with a lantern and helped them down and lighted them up the path to the porch . The Princess , who could hardly make her eyes open themselves , leaned on Fritzing 's arm in a sort of confused dream , got somehow up a little staircase that seemed extraordinarily steep and curly , and was sound asleep in a knobbly bed before Annalise realized she had done with her . Priscilla had forgotten all about the Ideal , all about her eager aspirations .