two o'clock
Engrossed and awe-stricken as she had been , still it came on her that something was gone that to her had constituted Robert Fulmort . Neither the change of dress , nor even the older and more settled expression of countenance , made the difference ; but the want of that nameless , hesitating deference which in each word or action formerly seemed to implore her favour , or even when he dared to censure , did so under appeal to her mercy . Had he avoided her , she could have understood it ; but his calm , authoritative self-possession was beyond her , though as yet she was not alarmed , for her mind was too much confused to perceive that her influence was lost ; but it was uncomfortable , and part of this strange , unnatural world , as though the wax which she had been used to mould had suddenly lost its yielding nature and become marble . Tired out , she at last went to bed , and slept soundly , but awoke early , and on coming down , found from the housekeeper that her brother had been brought home at two o'clock by Mr. Fulmort , and had gone to his room at once . All was over . Lucilla , longing to hear more , set out to see Mrs. Murrell , before he should come down-stairs . While the good woman was forced to bestir herself for her lodgers ' breakfasts , Lucilla could steal a solitary moment to gaze on the pallid face to which death had restored much of its beauty .