five o'clock in the morning
In her turn she ran , up and up a twisted side stair , shortest passage to her own rooms . At least lock and key could keep her safe for the next few hours . After that she must think of something else . By five o'clock in the morning she was already moving softly to and fro , so softly as not to rouse the sleeping Marrika . By seven her lightest bag was packed , herself was bathed , brushed , dressed even to hat and gloves , and standing at her window with all the listening alert look of one in a waiting-room expecting a train . She was watching for the city to begin to stir ; watching for enough traffic below in the streets to make her own movement there not too noticeable . Yet every moment she waited she was in terror lest her fate should take violent form at last and assail her in the moment of escape .