One o'clock
He recalled Henry Chichester 's strange sermon , and he felt as if he assisted at the torture of the double , which he himself had imaginatively suggested to the two clergymen in Lady Sophia 's drawing-room . Ought he not to interrupt such a torture ? Midnight struck , and he had not knocked . One o'clock struck ; he had paced the street , but had never gone out of sight of the curate 's door . It was nearly two , and Mailing was not far from the High Street end of the thoroughfare when he heard a door bang . He turned sharply . A heavy uncertain footstep rang on the pavement .