three o'clock
The agonising question continued at every moment to present itself . Whatever she was doing or saying , she was always conscious of it , and as the time drew near , with every hour , it seemed to approach and menace her . She seemed to feel it beating like a neuralgic pain behind her eyes ; and though she laughed and talked a great deal , her father noticed that her animation was strained and nervous , and he noticed , too , that in no part of their conversation was she ever entirely with him , and he wondered what were the sights and scenes he faintly discerned in her changing eyes . On getting up on Wednesday morning , she remembered that the best train from Dulwich was at three o'clock , and she asked herself why she had thought of this train , and that she should have thought of it seemed to her like an omen . Her father sat opposite , looking at her across the table . It was all so clear in her mind that she was ashamed to sit thinking these things , for thinking as clearly as she was thinking seemed equivalent to accomplishment ; and the difference between what she thought and what she said was so repulsive to her that she was on the point of flinging herself at his feet several times . There were times when the temptation seemed to have left her , when she smiled at her own weakness and folly ; and having reproved herself sufficiently , she thought of other things .