eleven o'clock
When waiting at table , she snored loudly from nervousness , and the big red fist trembled as she carried the dishes to and fro , but her face remained blankly expressionless as before . Margot smiled at her radiantly every time that they met , and mentally decided to bequeath to her half her own wardrobe before leaving the Glen . In comparison with such a lot of drudgery , her own life seemed inexcusably idle and self - indulgent ! It took a considerable amount of courage to beard in her own den a woman of whom the members of her own household stood in such evident awe , but there was at least no nervousness apparent in Margot 's manner as she tapped at the kitchen door at eleven o'clock that first morning , and thrust her pretty face round the opening to request permission to enter . Mrs McNab had descended from her work upstairs , and surely her heart must be softened by the spectacle of those two immaculately tidy rooms ! `` Mrs McNab , I 'm cold ! May I come in and warm myself by your fire ? ''