eleven o'clock
`` Something is about to happen to me ; something has drawn me with purpose to this house . '' I felt awe-struck . Would he guess next what that something was ? `` At eleven o'clock , '' he went on , with the abstracted air of one recalling an experience , `` I felt a pang shoot through my breast . I had been looking steadfastly at these walls , and somewhere about the building a light seemed to go out , for a pall of darkness suddenly settled upon it , simultaneously with the cessation of that imaginary cry which had hitherto detained me . Where was that light , Mrs. Truax , and what has happened here that I should feel myself called upon to cross this threshold to-night ? '' I did not answer at once , for I was trembling .