eleven o’clock
A soft voice rose wearily near the door of the room . It counted the strokes of the clock -- and reminded one of the girls of the lapse of time . `` Emily ! eleven o'clock . '' There was no reply . After an interval the weary voice tried again , in louder tones : `` Emily ! '' A girl , whose bed was at the inner end of the room , sighed under the heavy heat of the night -- and said , in peremptory tones , `` Is that Cecilia ? ''