eleven o'clock
Was it wrong to feel like that , to wish that those who made her suffer were dead ? That was a hard question which Fan put to herself , and she could not answer it . Her long fast and the excitement she had experienced , with so many lonely hours of suspense after it , began to tell on her and make her sleepy . It was eleven o'clock ; she heard the servants going round to fasten doors and turn off the gas , and finally they passed her landing on their way to bed . It was getting very cold , and giving up all hope of being called by her mistress , she closed the window and , with an old table-cover for covering , coiled herself up on the sofa and went to sleep . When she woke it was with a start ; her face had grown very cold , and she felt a warm hand touching her cheek . The hand was quickly withdrawn when she woke , and looking round Fan saw someone seated by her , and although there was only the starlight from the window in the dim room , she knew that it was her mistress .