ten o’clock
She smoothed her cap-strings down with trembling hands and tried to think . The autumn evening was closing in , but she made no attempt to obtain a light . Her mind was becoming active , and the shadows aided thought . At ten o'clock her daughter , returning from Tranquil Vale , was surprised to find her still sitting in the dark . `` Why , have n't you had any supper ? '' she inquired , lighting the gas . `` I did n't want any , '' said her mother , blinking at die sudden light .