eleven o'clock
She had a shadowy memory that there was to be something unusual , that this day held more disquieting possibilities than days commonly held . There was something she dreaded ; what was it ? Oh , yes , Dr. Archie was to come at four . A reality like Dr. Archie , poking up out of the past , reminded one of disappointments and losses , of a freedom that was no more : reminded her of blue , golden mornings long ago , when she used to waken with a burst of joy at recovering her precious self and her precious world ; when she never lay on her pillows at eleven o'clock like something the waves had washed up . After all , why had he come ? It had been so long , and so much had happened . The things she had lost , he would miss readily enough .