eleven o'clock
`` Here 's such a coil ! Come , what says Romeo ? '' -- Shakespeare . As eleven o'clock strikes , any one going up the stairs at Herst would have stopped with a mingled feeling of terror and admiration at one particular spot , where , in a niche , upon a pedestal , a very goddess stands . It is Molly , clad in white , from head to heel , with a lace scarf twisted round her head and shoulders , and with one bare arm uplifted , while with the other she holds an urn-shaped vase beneath her face , from which a pale-blue flame arises . Her eyes , larger , deeper , bluer than usual , are fixed with sad and solemn meaning upon space . She scarcely seems to breathe ; no quiver disturbs her frame , so intensely does she listen for a coming footstep .