two
    o'clock
I stole softly to the door , and stammered through my tears , `` Good-night , Mr. Higgins , I will pray for you . '' He did not turn his noble head , but said , in firm tones : `` Poor little beast , good night . '' I went to my room , but could not sleep . Shortly after half-past two o'clock I crawled noiselessly down to the library-door and looked in . Mr. Higgins still sat before the fire in the same thoughtful position . `` Poor little beast ! '' I heard him murmur softly to himself -- `` poor little beast ! ''