six o'clock
It was the only thing . So she dressed herself in her everyday clothes , and , taking the little parcel , she softly unfastened the door , and then she slipped down through the silent house and entered Sir John Wallis 's study , and laid the packet which contained all the symbols of her success and her letter of confession on his desk . Having done this , she turned away , came upstairs softly , and , going down another corridor , opened the door of her mother 's room and went in . Mrs. Aylmer was lying sound asleep ; it was not yet six o'clock . She was very tired and she was sleeping heavily ; she was enjoying pleasant dreams in her sleep , dreams of Florence , her dear , her darling , the success Florence had won , the happy future which lay before her . Mrs. Aylmer 's dreams were all one glow of great bliss , and in the midst of them she felt a cold , small hand laid upon her own , and , opening her eyes , she saw Florence bending over her . `` Mummy , '' said Florence , `` I want you to get up at once . ''