two o'clock
`` Maybe my liver was torpid , and maybe it was n't ; but I know this : I 've got some feelings left , and to see you standing at the foot of that staircase shootin ' through the door -- I 'll never be the same woman again . '' `` Well , I 'm glad of that -- anything for a change , '' I said . And in came Eliza , flanked by Rosie and Mary Anne . Her story , broken with sobs and corrections from the other two , was this : At two o'clock -LRB- two-fifteen , Rosie insisted -RRB- she had gone up-stairs to get a picture from her room to show Mary Anne . -LRB- A picture of a LADY , Mary Anne interposed . -RRB- She went up the servants ' staircase and along the corridor to her room , which lay between the trunk-room and the unfinished ball-room . She heard a sound as she went down the corridor , like some one moving furniture , but she was not nervous .