a quarter past twelve
To herself in the glass she gave and received again a face of pure pity and sorrow . She saw herself lovely and love-worthy , sleek under the caress of her own beauty . Yet she knew exactly what she was about to do , and how she would do it , and did not falter at all . At a quarter past twelve her summons came -- a knock at the door , the turning of the handle , the push to open , and Ingram 's voice . `` Come along , Sancie , '' he said , and went away without any more ceremony . She got up from her chair , put her book down , having marked her place , and followed him after a few minutes ' meditation . Ingram 's quarters were on the ground floor of the house , as hers were , but in the opposite wing .