eleven o'clock
All the noises ceased down-stairs . One by one the guests came up the stone stairs and along the creaking corridor . Boots were thrown out ; the doors closed . The strokes of eleven o'clock rang out from the village campanile ; and amid the quiet of the now drizzling rain the echoes of the bell lingered on the ear . Last of all a woman 's step passed the door -- stopped at the door of Kitty 's room , as though some one listened , and then gently returned . `` Fräulein Anna ! '' said Kitty -- `` she 's a good soul . ''