about two o'clock
When her heart grew quieter , she went again to the drawer in which she kept her remedy for insomnia . Saying to herself , ` The last time -- I shall be well again after tomorrow , ' she measured another dose , a larger , and drank it off . Trembling now with cold , she crept into bed again , and lay watching the candle-flame . Half an hour after this -- it was about two o'clock -- the handle of her door was turned , and Rolfe quietly looked in . He had awoke with an anxious feeling ; it seemed to him that he heard Alma 's voice , on the borderland of dream , calling his name . But Alma lay asleep , breathing steadily , her face turned from the light . As the candle had nearly burnt down , he blew it out , and went back to his bed .