one o'clock
As she began to twist it into one heavy plait , she walked to the window and stood looking out . It seemed to her that the black trunks and outstretched branches of the trees were like prison bars across the moonlight . She wished she had not had that thought , but as it persisted , a figure moved behind the bars , the figure of a man . At first she was startled , for it was very late , long after one o'clock ; but as the man came nearer , she recognized him , although the light was at his back . It was Knight ; and as though her thought called to him , he stopped suddenly , pausing on the lawn not far from the loggia . She could not see his face , but it seemed that he was staring straight up at her window . `` He has been walking in the moonlight , thinking things over just as I have in here ! ''