ten o'clock
`` I will play that I am a ghost , and walk through all the rooms , '' she said to herself . Mrs. Denvil found her standing in her dressing-room , calmly regarding her , as she made her toilet for a ball at the Quirinal Palace . `` Why are you not in bed ? It is ten o'clock , '' she said . Cecilia made no reply . She was gazing at the picture reflected in the cheval-glass of a very pretty woman in cream-tinted satin robe scarcely retained on her dimpled shoulders by a strap , diamonds and pearls twinkling about her throat and in her hair . The face of the mother , round , soft , with small weak chin and bright eyes , appeared more youthful than that of her child at the moment .