Four o’clock
She rose in terror . A faint light shining on the opposite wall of the little court-yard revealed to her that her husband was working in his study at night . Luigi was now in the habit of waiting till his wife was asleep , and then going up to his garret to write . Four o'clock struck . Ginevra lay down again , and pretended to sleep . Presently Luigi returned , overcome with fatigue and drowsiness . Ginevra looked sadly on the beautiful , worn face , where toil and care were already drawing lines of wrinkles .