the hour of nine
Virginia spoke a more fervent word of praise of her sister , and had not the hushing response to it . She heard the soft regular breathing . Her own was in downy fellowship with it a moment later . At the hour of nine , in genial daylight , sitting over the crumbs of his hotel breakfast , Victor received a little note that bore the handwriting of Dorothea Duvidney . ` Dear Victor , we are prepared to receive the child for a month . In haste , before your train . Our love .