one o'clock
But I will take up my melancholy story where I left it in my last . She went , as she told me she expected , into the garden , and met her detestable paramour . In about an hour she returned , and went directly to her chamber . At one o'clock I went up , and found her writing , and weeping . I begged her to compose herself , and go down to dinner . No , she said , she should not eat ; and was not fit to appear before any body . I remonstrated against her immoderate grief , represented the injury she must sustain by the indulgence of it , and conjured her to suppress the violence of its emotions .