eight o'clock
Jane would have an eye to everything ; only let Jane be trusted . The miserable day passed ; after trying in vain to sleep , Bessie walked about her sitting-room with tear-swollen face and rumpled gown , always thinking it possible that Sam had only played a trick , and that he would come . But he came not , and again it was night . At eight o'clock Mr. Scawthorne 's bell rang . Impossible for Bessie to present herself ; Jane would go . She ascended to the room which had once -- ah ! once !