about eleven o'clock
Fresh from an interview she had just had with her grandfather , in which , though true to the resolution he had formed not to blame her very severely , he had been unable to refrain from letting her know how heinous he considered her conduct , Margaret was too nervous and upset to be at ease in Mrs. Murray 's presence , and that lady , though making every allowance for her perturbed , conscience-stricken state of mind , could not help contrasting her constrained , embarrassed manner unfavourably with Eleanor 's frank , bright demeanour . And Mrs. Murray felt convinced that the real Margaret would never have been as happy with her as her substitute had been . In more ways than one that day , the first she had passed for many weeks under her own name , was a very trying one for Margaret . She would gladly have spent it in bed , as Eleanor had done , but as the doctor who had come to see her had pronounced her little the worse for her night in the wood shed , there had been no excuse for her to stay in bed , and she had been obliged , about eleven o'clock , to get up to see her grandfather first , then Mrs. Murray , and later in the morning Mrs. Danvers , and Hilary , who had been brought out to Wrexley to apologise for her outrageous behaviour of the day before . Mrs. Danvers had been naturally anxious to know where Margaret had passed the night while search had been so vainly made for her , and she could scarcely believe that mere chance had indeed led Margaret across the downs to Wrexley woods in the darkness . And yet such , as Geoffrey had surmised , had been the case . Trying to reach Windy Gap Margaret had passed close by it in the fog and had wandered on and on until , somewhere about midnight , she had found herself at the entrance to a small hut in the wood , and , thankful beyond words to be in shelter of some sort , she had crept into it and , making herself as comfortable as she could on some dry faggots of sticks , had fallen sound asleep .