one o'clock
... Friday was the day of her arrival at Banbrigg . On the Saturday afternoon she hoped to enjoy a walk with her father ; he would reach home from the mill shortly after two o'clock , and would then have his dinner . Mrs. Hood dined at one , and could not bring herself to alter the hour for Saturday ; it was characteristic of her . That there might be no culinary cares on Sunday morning , she always cooked her joint of meat on the last day of the week ; partaking of it herself at one o'clock , she cut slices for her husband and kept them warm , with vegetables , in the oven . This was not selfishness in theory , however much it may have been so in practice ; it merely meant that she was unable to introduce variation into a mechanical order ; and , as her husband never dreamed of complaining , Mrs. Hood could see in the arrangement no breach of the fitness of things , even though it meant that poor Hood never sat down to a freshly cooked meal from one end of the year to the other . To Emily it was simply a detestable instance of the worst miseries she had to endure at home . Coming on this first day , it disturbed her much .