eleven o'clock
Lit by the firelight , in her white , clinging dress , cowering between her uplifted arms , she seemed to be offering him herself to sacrifice . In an instant he was kneeling , and she was lying on his shoulder , abandoned to him . There was a good deal of sorrow in his joy . * * * * * It was eleven o'clock when Helena at last loosened Siegmund 's arms , and rose from the armchair where she lay beside him . She was very hot , feverish , and restless . For the last half-hour he had lain absolutely still , with his heavy arms about her , making her hot . If she had not seen his eyes blue and dark , she would have thought him asleep .