Eleven o'clock
His genius knew no other law but truth to Nature , trust in Nature , unbroken fidelity to Nature . And now it was Nature that arraigned his genius for its frustration of her purposes in Rose . His genius had made Rose the victim of its own incessant , inextinguishable lust and impulse to create . Eleven o'clock struck and he had not written a line . Through his window he heard the front door open and Rose 's little feet on the pavement , and Rose 's voice calling into the darkness her old call , `` Puss -- Puss -- Puss . Minny -- Min -- Min -- Minny . Puss -- Puss -- Puss . ''