One o'clock
She put on her gown , managing somehow to fasten it , her lithe young body and slender arms aiding her to achieve the impossible between neck and shoulders . Afterward she pinned on her big white hat . At the door she paused for a second ; took a last look at the quiet , white little room tranquil and silent in the lamplight ; then she turned off the light and went out , softly , holding in her hands a key which fitted no door of her own . One o'clock sounded heavily from Saint Hilda 's as she left her house ; the half hour was striking as she stooped in the dark hallway outside the studio and fitted the key she held -- the key that was to unlock for her the mystery of the world . He had not heard her . She groped her way into the unlighted studio , touched with caressing finger-tips the vague familiar shapes that the starlight , falling through the glass above , revealed to her as she passed . In the little inner room she paused .