one o'clock before
She knew only that she did not like the Countess as she had wished to like her lover 's friend . There was something secret in the dark eyes , something repellent about the long , slender thumb with its glittering nail . Annesley had not expected to sleep . There were a million things to think of , and it was one o'clock before she was ready to slip into bed in the green-and-white room with its bathroom annex . But the crowding experiences of five hours had exhausted the girl . Sleep fell upon her as her head nestled into a downy pillow , and she lay motionless as a marble figure on a tomb until a sound of knocking forced itself into her dreams . She waked with a start .