eleven o'clock
Henderson Gartney alone in that ancient parlor at the front . The three physicians and Miss Sampson shut with Aunt Faith into her room . A faint , breathless odor of ether creeping everywhere , even out into the summer air . It was eleven o'clock , when a word was spoken to Roger Armstrong , and he took his hat and walked across the field . Faith , with pale , asking face , met him at the door . `` Well -- thus far , '' was the message ; and a kiss fell upon the uplifted forehead , and a look of boundless love and sympathy into the fair , anxious eyes . `` All has been done ; and she is comfortable .