eight o'clock
Then again -- very faintly -- ` It was only your body , Aubrey -- not your soul . Poor old Aubrey ! ' Then he dozed off again , with intervals of pain . At eight o'clock Pamela came in -- a vision of girlish beauty in spite of watching and tears , in her white dressing-gown , the masses of her hair loosely tied . She sat down by him , and the nurse allowed her to give him milk and brandy . Paralysis in the lower limbs was increasing , but the brain was clear , and the suffering less . He smiled at her , after the painful swallowing was over .