about eight o'clock
She had burnt her ships , and nothing remained to her but her pride . Since she had thrown away joy she could at least keep that and never let him see how she was being punished . And to-night it was her turn to look in anguish at the closed door , and to toss in restless pain of soul , on her bed . A bombshell , in the shape of Lady Betty Burns , burst into the bedroom of Emily and Mary next morning , while the two girls were sitting up in their great bed at about eight o'clock , reading their letters and sipping their tea . `` May I come in , darlings ? '' a voice full of purpose said , and a flaxen head peeped in . `` Why , Betty , of course ! ''