two o'clock
She wished it framed in scarlet bignonias , and as the painting is more than half done , Sister Anice can easily complete it . I will not detain you longer . Good-night , Sister Ruth . '' No sleep visited Beryl , and as she lay at two o'clock , watching the shimmer of the moonlight reflected from the tossing waves upon the panes of her wide window , where the tangled mesh of quivering rays coiled , uncoiled , glided hither and yon like golden serpents , she heard the click of the key , and the turning of the knob in a door , which opened from the alcove into an adjoining room . That apartment was reserved as a guest chamber ; had been unoccupied for months ; and puzzled by the sound , Beryl sat up in her bed and listened . The blue folds of the drapery hanging over the alcove arch , were drawn aside , and Sister Ruth , wrapped in a trailing dressing-gown , held up a small lamp and peered cautiously around . `` What is the matter , Sister ? ''