ten o'clock
So , after tea , she took the last new book and read . Mrs. Costello lay with her face shaded ; she had much to think of , -- only old debatings with herself to go over again for the thousandth time ; but all her doubts , her wishes , her fears quickened into new life by the threatened discovery , of which the letter lying under her pillow had warned her ; and the changes which a multitude of recollections brought to her countenance were not for her child , still ignorant of all the past , to see . The evening passed quickly in this tumult of thoughts . Lucia was interested in her story , and read on until ten o'clock , when Margery came in . `` Mr. Maurice , Miss Lucia . He came in at the back , just to ask how your mamma is . Will you speak to him ? ''