eight A.M.
He saw how wan , even sallow , she looked . The lines of care were on her forehead and already settling about the corners of the soft , sensitive mouth . He did not know that all alone she had returned to the office the previous evening and worked until midnight , then hied her homeward fast as cable-car could bear her , only , with racking nerves and aching limbs , to toss through almost sleepless hours until the pallid dawn . He did not know that in order that he might have this work on time she had never left the building since eight A.M. that day . Silently she finished the last page , counted and arranged the sheets , shaking out the intervening carbons , quickly bound each set with heavier cover , and then stood before him with her work . The pale yellow gleam of the wintry twilight was streaming through the west window , the most unbecoming and trying ever girl had to face , and she faced it unflinchingly . Forrest quickly arose .