eleven o'clock
The hour of her train went by . More than once she was on the point of rising and fleeing ; more than once her smouldering wrath all but broke into flame . But she thought of her father 's pale , pain-stricken face , and sat on . At something past eleven o'clock a footman approached her , and said curtly , ` You are to go up to my lady ; follow me . ' May followed , shaking with weakness and apprehension , burning at the same time with pride all but in revolt . Conscious of nothing on the way , she found herself in a large room , where sat the two ladies , who for some moments spoke together about a topic of the day placidly . Then the elder seemed to become aware of the girl who stood before her .