one o'clock
The stream was about to be dragged ; my father was in distraction ; what a tale to have to tell the poor girl 's mother on her return . I , too , was almost beside myself , though my grief was quite of a different kind . The morning was passed in alarm and excitement . It was now one o'clock , and still no tidings . I ran up to Carmilla 's room , and found her standing at her dressing table . I was astounded . I could not believe my eyes .