about five o'clock
-- or , rather , that throughout it she was always eagerly expecting , or eagerly escaping from some unknown , unseen pursuer ? A glance behind her -- a start -- a sudden shivering gesture in the shadows of dark churches -- these things suggested it , till Margaret herself was caught by the same suppressed excitement that seemed to be alive in Kitty . Did it all point merely to some mental state -- to the nervous effects of her illness and her loss ? When they reached home about five o'clock , Kitty was naturally tired out . Margaret put her on the sofa , gave her tea , and tended her , hoping that she might drop asleep before dinner . But just as tea was over , and Kitty was lying curled up , silent and white , with that brooding look which kept Margaret 's anxiety about her constantly alive , there was a sudden sound of voices in the anteroom outside . `` Margaret ! ''