eight o'clock
Not one welcoming face did she see , not a sign of breakfast upon the table , and but a flicker of light on the huge grate , before which knelt one untidy maid , while another stopped short in her dusting operations to stare at the new-comer with unconcealed amazement . `` Was this perhaps not the room where breakfast was held ? '' Mademoiselle inquired politely , but it appeared that this was the room . And she had understood Miss O'Shaughnessy to say that the hour was eight o'clock . Had she been mistaken in her impression ? Molly laughed , and shook her duster in the air , so that the atoms which she had swept together were instantly dispersed afresh . '' ` Deed , you were right enough .