eight o'clock
It was a most , most wearisome journey . The fields were very flowery , the morning was very bright , but what were these to her ? She wanted dimness , sleep , forgetfulness . At eight o'clock , breakfast-time , the ` dauntless three ' were driving in a waggonette amid blazing , breathless sunshine , over country naked of shelter , ungracious and harsh . ` Why am I doing this ? ' Helena asked herself . The three friends , washed , dressed , and breakfasted .