eleven o'clock
Rather sad-looking , but just lovely . '' Mamie sniffed . `` Glad you admire her , '' she said . The governess was expected to appear at luncheon , but dinner was served to her in her own room , where she must sit in solitary state , dressed in her best and waiting for a summons , until eleven o'clock , when she might assume that she would not be wanted and go to bed . This evening Olive lingered rather anxiously over her dressing , trying to make the best of herself , since it seemed that she was really to come down to-night into the yellow drawing-room where she spent so many weary hours of a morning listening to Mamie scraping her Strad while the German who was supposed to teach her possessed his soul in patience . She put on her black silk dress . It was a guinea robe bought at a sale in Oxford Street the year before , a reach-me-down garment for women to sneer at and men to describe vaguely as something dark , and she hated the poor thing .