nearly twelve o'clock
We were all glad to go to bed , and the kind manner in which Lady de Clare wished me good-night , with `` God bless you , Mr Newland ! '' brought the tears into my eyes . I breakfasted alone the next morning , Lady de Clare and her daughter remaining up stairs . It was nearly twelve o'clock when they made their appearance , both so apparently happy , that I could not help thinking , `` When shall I have such pleasure -- when shall I find out who is my father ? '' My brow was clouded as the thought entered my mind , when Lady de Clare requested that I would inform her who it was to whom she and her daughter were under such eternal obligations . I had then to relate my own eventful history , most of which was as new to Cecilia -LRB- as she now must be called -RRB- as it was to her mother . I had just terminated the escape from the castle , when Mr Masterton 's carriage drove up to the door .