two o'clock
A clock in a tower near by struck one . She was now staring with wide , eager eyes down the street , alertly watching the approach of anyone who came from that direction . Twice she half arose and started forward with a quick sigh of relief , only to sink back again dejectedly upon discovering that she had been mistaken in the identity of a newcomer . Half-past one , then two o'clock . The merry-makers were thinning out ; she was quite alone at her end of the place . By this time a close observer might have noticed that she was trembling violently ; there was an air of abject fear and despair in her manner . Why did he not come ?