five o'clock
The girl looked startled and then went on , shaking her head . What people like that had to cry about beat her . But she was glad , because she knew such a splendid bit of news would soften the heart of the cook when she took up her breakfast . By five o'clock it seemed to Adelaide that a whole eternity had passed and that another was ahead of her , that this night would never end . When they went up-stairs , while she was brushing her hair -- her hair rewarded brushing , for it was fine and long and took a polish like bronze -- she had wandered into Vincent 's room to discuss with him the question of her father 's secretiveness about Mrs. Wayne . It was not , she explained , standing in front of his fire , that she suspected anything , but that it was so unfriendly : it deprived one of so much legitimate amusement if one 's own family practised that kind of reserve . Her just anger kept her from observing Farron very closely .