ten o'clock
Darling ! Doctor -- please -- for God 's sakes -- please -- she wants something -- she ca n't say it -- give it to her ! Try to make her tell me what she wants -- she wants something -- this is terrible -- do n't let her want something -- mamma -- just one word to me -- try -- try -- O my God -- Doctor -- '' A black arm then reached down to withdraw him from the glazed stare which had begun to set in from the pillow . By ten o'clock a light snow had set in , blowing almost horizontally across the window-pane . He sat his second hour there in a rather forward huddle beside the drawn shade of that window , the _ sotto-voce _ comings and goings , all the black-coated _ parvenus _ that follow the wake of death , moving about him . A clock shaped like a pilot 's wheel , a boyhood property which had marked the time of twenty years , finally chimed the thin , tin stroke of eleven and after a swimming , nebulous interval , twelve . He glanced up each time with his swollen eyes , and then almost automatically out to the wall telephone in the hall opposite the open door .