eight o'clock
Grace turned the knob . Sure enough , Evelyn lay comfortably back on her pillow , her wonderful golden hair falling in long , loose waves about her . Her beauty now made little impression upon Grace , who knew only too well the tantalizing , troublesome spirit that lay behind it . `` It is almost eight o'clock , Miss Ward . Remember , breakfast is over at nine . '' `` I know it , '' responded Evelyn with maddening sweetness . She eyed Grace speculatively , but made no effort to rise .