about eight o’clock in the morning
That goddess -LRB- let Ovid say what he pleases -RRB- was born and bred in a kitchen , or a servants ' hall . -- But , '' continued Dr. X -- , `` my dear Miss Portman , you will put a stop to a number of charming stories by this prudence of yours -- a romance called the Mysterious Boudoir , of nine volumes at least , might be written on this subject , if you would only condescend to act like almost all other heroines , that is to say , without common sense . '' The doctor now followed Belinda , and satisfied himself by ocular demonstration , that this cabinet was the retirement of disease , and not of pleasure . It was about eight o'clock in the morning when Dr. X -- got home ; he found Clarence Hervey waiting for him . Clarence seemed to be in great agitation , though he endeavoured , with all the power which he possessed over himself , to suppress his emotion . `` You have been to see Lady Delacour , '' said he , calmly : `` is she much hurt ? -- It was a terrible accident . ''