Twelve o'clock
whispered Toinette . `` No telling , but she knows we had a frolic last night and is on the lookout for another to-night , I guess . '' `` Maybe she wo n't look in vain , '' laughed Toinette , softly . Twelve o'clock had just been struck by the tall clock in the lower hall , when a white figure walked slowly down the corridor . Her hair fell in long , waving ringlets far below her waist , her pretty white hands were outstretched in front of her , and the great eyes , wide open , stared straight before her with a strange , unseeing stare . As she walked along she whispered softly to herself , but the words were hardly audible . On she went , through the long corridor , down the little side hall , which led to the pantry below , still muttering in that uncanny manner .