nearly eleven o’clock
She made haste to go to bed , and covering her head with the sheet , with a desperate feeling of disappearing for ever if she could , again the tears came to her relief . The hours passed slowly , and soon it was night -- a warm July night , the heavy , oppressive quiet of which entered through the window , which had been left wide open . In the dark heavens glistened a multitude of stars . It must have been nearly eleven o'clock , and the moon , already grown quite thin in its last quarter , would not rise until midnight . And in the obscure chamber , Angelique still wept nervously a flow of inexhaustible tears , seemingly without reason , when a slight noise at her door caused her to lift up her head . There was a short silence , when a voice called her tenderly . `` Angelique !