one o'clock
Or was it that his deeper Other Self had whispered something to his mind about Krool -- something terrible and malign ? In this new mood he made up his mind that he would not see Jasmine till the morning . How late she was ! It was one o'clock , and yet this was not the season . She had not gone to a ball , nor were these the months of late parties . As he tossed in his bed and his head turned restlessly on his pillow , Krool 's face kept coming before him , and it was the last thing he saw , ominous and strange , before he fell into a heavy but troubled sleep . Perhaps the most troubled moment of the night came an hour after he went to bed .