six o'clock
Then she went to her own room . * * * * * The clocks were chiming three , and the grey dawn lay on the walls , when she awoke to find by her bed the woman who had sat with the old lady . `` Come at once , madam ; Mrs. Brand is dying . '' Oliver was with them by six o'clock ; he came straight up into his mother 's room to find that all was over . The room was full of the morning light and the clean air , and a bubble of bird-music poured in from the lawn . But his wife knelt by the bed , still holding the wrinkled hands of the old woman , her face buried in her arms . The face of his mother was quieter than he had ever seen it , the lines showed only like the faintest shadows on an alabaster mask ; her lips were set in a smile .