eleven o'clock
` Oh , I am so glad , so glad ! It was mine when I was a child , -- my mother gave it to me . The dear little locket -- yes ; you shall always wear it . ' `` Then , rising from her seat , she took my hands in hers , and , looking down into my face , said , her voice breaking : -- '' ` It is eleven o'clock . Soon you must leave me . You can not stay longer . I know that in a few hours I shall never see you again .