nine o'clock
` Yes , Cousin Crayshaw , ' said Angel quietly . She sat down again , and took up her wool-work , but her fingers trembled so that the needle missed the proper holes . Betty dropped down on to a stool at her feet , and they sat in silence while Mr. Crayshaw took the lamp to a side table and began to write . Presently Betty stole upstairs , and at nine o'clock Angel too rose , went over to her cousin , and held out her hand . ` Good night , Cousin Crayshaw , ' she said . Her cousin gave a look at her as she stood in the lamplight in her white dress and black ribbons . She was pale still , and he could see she had been crying , and felt sorry that he had hurt her .