ten o'clock
Under his eyes great shadows darkened . Along the corners of his mouth the lines furrowed like gray scars . Up and down , -- round and round , -- on and on and on -- and on ! At ten o'clock , sitting bolt upright in her bed with her worried eyes straining bluely out across the Little Girl 's somnolent form into unfathomable darkness , the White Linen Nurse in the throb of her own heart began to keep pace with that faint , horrid thud-thud-thud in the room below . Was he passing the book-case now ? Had he reached the bay-window ? Was he dawdling over those glistening scalpels ?