ten minutes past one
The dim white outline of her summer dress was all that I could see . Nobody who had not known it beforehand would have suspected that there was a living creature in the room . She kept back , in the dark : not a word , not a movement escaped her . It was now ten minutes past one . I heard , through the dead silence , the soft drip of the rain and the tremulous passage of the night air through the trees . After waiting irresolute , for a minute or more , in the middle of the room , he moved to the corner near the window , where the Indian cabinet stood . He put his candle on the top of the cabinet .