Monday at three o'clock
She was filled with contempt for herself , and yet at the bottom of her heart , like hope at the bottom of Pandora 's box , there was tolerance . Her sins interested her ; she would not be herself without them , and this being so , how could she hope to conquer herself ? Saturday and Sunday were monotonous and anxious days . She had begun to wonder what was in the newspapers , and she had written to say that her carriage was to come to fetch her on Monday at three o'clock . There had not been a gleam of light since early morning , only a gentle diffused twilight , and the foliage in the garden was almost human in its listlessness ; a flat grey sky hung about the trees like a shroud . Mother Philippa and Mother Mary Hilda were walking with her about the grass-grown drive . They were waiting for the Reverend Mother , who had gone to fetch a medal for Evelyn .