eight o'clock
Oh , happy , happy world ! oh , merciful Creator , who gave her to drink of such a living spring ! oh , Arthur , beloved Arthur ! '' On Sunday mornings it was Pigott 's habit to relax the Draconian severity of her laws in the matter of breakfast , which , generally speaking , was not till about half-past eight o'clock . At that hour precisely , on the Sabbath in question , she appeared as usual -- no , not as usual , for , it being Sunday , she had on her stiff , black gown -- and , with all due solemnity , made the tea . A few minutes elapsed , and Angela entered , dressed in white , and very lovely in her simple , tight-fitting robe , but a trifle pale , and with a shy look upon her face . She greeted her nurse with a kiss .