two o'clock
Georgie cried constantly and silently , Virginia 's lips moved , Mary Lou alone persisted that Ma would be herself again in three days . Susan , sitting and staring at the flaring gas-lights , began to feel that in the midst of life was death , indeed , and that the term of human existence is as brief as a dream . `` We will all have to die too , '' she said , awesomely to herself , her eyes traveling about the circle of faces . At two o'clock Miss Foster summoned them and they went into the invalid 's room ; to Susan it was all unreal and unconvincing . The figure in the bed , the purple face , the group of sobbing watchers . No word was said : the moments slipped by . Her eyes were wandering when Miss Foster suddenly touched her aunt 's hand .