ten in the morning
She had never walked so quickly through the streets of Prague before ; and when she reached the end of the Windberg-gasse , she had to pause a moment to collect her thoughts and her breath . But it was only for a moment , and then the bell was rung . Yes ; her aunt was at home . At ten in the morning that was a matter of course . She was shown , not into the grand drawing-room , which was only used on grand occasions , but into a little back parlour which , in spite of the wealth and magnificence of the Zamenoys , was not so clean as the room in the Kleinseite , and certainly not so comfortable as the Jew 's apartment . There was no carpet ; but that was not much , as carpets in Prague were not in common use . There were two tables crowded with things needed for household purposes , half-a-dozen chairs of different patterns , a box of sawdust close under the wall , placed there that papa Zamenoy might spit into it when it pleased him .