eleven o'clock
There was no comment from Aunt Kate , who was yawning over the evening paper in the dining-room . Rose and Harry were murmuring in the dimly lighted parlour . Wolf , who was of the slow-thinking , intense type that discovers a new world every time it reads a new book , was halfway through a shabby library copy of `` War and Peace , '' and went off to his room with the second volume under his arm . Norma went to her room , too , but she sat dreaming before the mirror , thinking of that Melrose house , and of Leslie 's friendliness , until Rose came in at eleven o'clock . At almost this same moment Norma 's self was the subject of a rather unusual talk between Christopher Liggett and his wife . Christopher had come softly into his house , at about half-past ten , to find Alice awake , still on the big couch before her fire . Her little bedroom beyond was softly lighted , the white bed turned down , and the religious books she always read before going to sleep laid in place by Miss Slater .