about five o'clock
On Good Friday they had driven laboriously in a waggonette to Royston , where they had visited the hermit 's cave in company with other grandees of their village , and held a stately picnic on the downs . They had returned , the gentlemen of the party slightly flushed with brandy and water from the various hostelries on the home journey , and the ladies severe , with watercress on their laps . Accordingly , on the Saturday , Mrs. Nugent had thought it better to stay indoors and dispatch her husband to the scene of the first cricket match of the season , a couple of miles away . At about five o'clock she made herself a cup of tea , and did not wake up from the sleep which followed until the evening was closing in . She awoke with a start , remembering that she had intended to give a good look between the spare bedroom that had been her daughter 's , and possibly make a change or two of the furniture . There was a mahogany wardrobe ... and so forth . She had not entered this room very often since the death .