quarter after two
The faithful St. Michael 's kept him well aware of this fact . He lit a candle and tried to read , smoked a cigarette and then , blowing the candle out , tried to sleep . But insomnia had him fairly in her grip ; to-night there was no escape from her and he lay whilst the moon , creeping through the sky , cast her light on the piazza outside . St. Michael 's chimed the quarter after two and sleep , long absent , was coming at last when , suddenly , the sound of a light footstep on the piazza drove her leagues away . Then outside in the full moonlight he saw a figure . It was Phyl , fully dressed , standing with outstretched hands . Her eyes wide open , fixed , and sightless , told their tale .