two o'clock
She sat over her paper till one o'clock , and Seaton watched and adored her shadow . When she had done writing , she opened her window and looked out upon the night . She lifted those wonderful hazel eyes toward the stars , and her watcher might well be pardoned if he saw in her a celestial being looking up from an earthly resting place toward her native sky . At two o'clock she was in bed , but not asleep . She lay calmly gazing at the Southern Cross and other lovely stars shining with vivid but chaste fire in the purple vault of heaven . While thus employed she heard a slight sound outside that made her turn her eyes toward a young tree near her window . Its top branches were waving a good deal , though there was not a breath stirring .