two o'clock
Martie was anxious to make her comfortable ; she must lie down ; and she must be sure to get out into the fresh air to-morrow afternoon . But Miss Swann did not leave her case the next day , a Sunday , and Martie , awed and silent , spent the day beside the bed . Wallace died at five o'clock . He wandered in a light fever that morning , and at two o'clock fell into the stupor that was not to end in this world . But Martie had , to treasure , the memory of the early morning when she slipped quietly into the room that was orderly , dimly lighted , and odorous of drugs now . He was awake then , his eyes found her , and he smiled as she knelt beside him . `` Better ? ''