two o'clock
For an hour she pored over its pages , names that had blazoned themselves incandescently from the pages of musical reviews and magazines mixed in casually with the clayey ones of mere persons . A thrill shot over her with each encounter . The book began to exhale an odor of sanctity . It was two o'clock when she turned off her lights , just enough glow from the hallway pressing against her transom to reassure her . The sheets were fragrant with cleanliness and she let her body give to the delicious sag of the mattress . The rumble of the train was gone from her ears . She felt washed , light , drowsy ; cast aside her pillow ; wound her arm up under her head ; sighed out of deliciousness ; slept .