Ten o'clock
She dressed herself , with shaking fingers , and pinned on her hat . The voices still went on below , monotonous , endless ; the rasping of Rudolph 's throat , irritated by cheap cigarets , the sound of glasses on the table , once a laugh , guttural and mirthless . It was ten o'clock when she knew , by the pushing back of their chairs , that they were preparing to depart . Ten o'clock ! She was about to commence again the feverish unscrewing of the door hinges , when she heard Rudolph 's step on the stairs . She had only time to get to the back of her room , beside the bed , when she heard him try the knob . `` Anna ? ''