eleven o'clock
On this Sunday she worked on long after her father and mother had gone to bed , reading and making notes . Once the door opened , and she was dimly aware of Mr. Silver standing in it . He departed quietly as he had come without a word , but her subconsciousness noted vaguely and with surprise that he was wearing a greatcoat and muffler as if he was going out . It was eleven o'clock when she closed her book and crossed the yard . Under the ladder to the loft a door led to a woodshed at the end of the stable . As she went up the ladder she heard somebody moving in the shed . `` Who 's that ? ''