eight o'clock
With some difficulty Gladys prevailed on her to go to bed . Mrs Jones had given her night-lights , and a slight sleeping potion before she left home , upon the chance of their being wanted ; and she put one of the former in the bedroom , and gave Netta the latter . She sat by her side until she fell asleep , and then returned to the sitting-room , literally ` to watch and pray . ' The following morning , soon after eight o'clock , there arrived a basket from Miss Gwynne , containing various meats and condiments that she thought might be good for Netta and her child , and , above all , a nosegay of Glanyravon flowers . Mr Gwynne had of late taken to send his daughter baskets of game , poultry , and other country cheer , to which her particular ally , the old gardener always added a tin of well-packed flowers . These Miss Gwynne was in the habit of tending and treasuring , as people in large cities alone can tend and treasure flowers , until their last odour and colour departed , and these she now gladly sacrificed to Netta . It was an October morning , dull and misty .