six o'clock
_ '' And the girl 's tears dropped on the emerald ring . Night fell -- the long night ; would she wake again ? Both watched with her , ready at the faintest movement to administer oxygen and brandy . She was still breathing , but very faintly , when at six o'clock they heard the express come in , and presently the carriage stop before the house . _ Mademoiselle _ stole down to let them in . Still in their travelling coats her son and daughter knelt down beside the couch , watching in the dim candle-light for a sign and cherishing her cold hands . Daylight came ; they put the shutters back and blew out the candles .