ten o'clock
The conversation , always returning to the red king and the black four-spot , ranged idly here and there . Susan observed that she must write some letters , and meant to take a hot bath and go early to bed . But she sat on and on ; the cards , by the smallest percentage of amusement , still held them . At ten o'clock Mrs. Lancaster and Virginia came in , bright-eyed and chilly , eager to talk of the lecture . Mrs. Lancaster loosened her coat , laid aside the miserable little strip of fur she always wore about her throat , and hung her bonnet , with its dangling widow 's veil , over the back of her deep chair . She drew Susan down to sit on her knee . `` All the baby auntie 's got , '' she said .