eleven o'clock
She thought this with a certain enjoyment , yet down underneath , where that stony organ which used to be her heart lay , she knew that she wanted , more than thousands and thousands of pounds , the light and life of that first year over again . What joy was like the birth of such love ? Or what regret like the death of it ? Their walk on the Heath lasted till eleven o'clock , when she returned to put the children under the charge of the maid . She was meticulous in her instructions for their care and requirements , almost passionate in her loving good-byes to them . Truly no one , she thought again , as their arms clung about her neck , could know all that they had been to her , how heavenly kind they were . Minna , admiring her mother 's clothes , walked with her to the door and waved her down the bleak staircase .