nine A.M
` Is that their plot ? ' she murmured . Sleep was rejected by her , bed itself . The drive into Bevisham had been fixed for nine A.M. . She wrote two lines on note-paper in her room : but found them overfervid and mysterious . Besides , how were they to be conveyed to Nevil 's chamber She walked in the passage for half an hour , thinking it possible she might meet him ; not the most lady-like of proceedings , but her head was bewildered . An arm-chair in her room invited her to rest and think -- the mask of a natural desire for sleep .