eleven
o'clock
If human pressure could bring him , that man ought to be brought to the sick Giles 's side . The attempt should be made . Yet she dreaded to leave her patient , and the minutes raced past , and yet she postponed her departure . At last , when it was after eleven o'clock , Winterborne fell into a fitful sleep , and it seemed to afford her an opportunity . She hastily made him as comfortable as she could , put on her things , cut a new candle from the bunch hanging in the cupboard , and having set it up , and placed it so that the light did not fall upon his eyes , she closed the door and started . The spirit of Winterborne seemed to keep her company and banish all sense of darkness from her mind . The rains had imparted a phosphorescence to the pieces of touchwood and rotting leaves that lay about her path , which , as scattered by her feet , spread abroad like spilt milk .