midnight
Priscilla had gone straight from Margaret Moffatt 's to her own little apartment . She had no sense of suffering ; no sensation at all . She must pack and get away ! And like a dead thing she set to work , although it was midnight and she had been so weary before ; and then she smiled quiveringly : `` Before ! '' She stood and stretched out her arms to the empty space where Travers had been . `` Oh ! my dear , dear man ! ''