two o'clock
said she , ` was I not even worthy to bring them together at last ? ' And she went away slowly and heavily back to the side of her sleeping mother . But ` Thy will be done ' was on her quivering lips before she lay down to her rest . The soft gray dawn lightens the darkness of a midsummer night soon after two o'clock . Philip watched it come , knowing that it was his last sight of day , -- as we reckon days on earth . He had been often near death as a soldier ; once or twice , as when he rushed into fire to save Kinraid , his chances of life had been as one to a hundred ; but yet he had had a chance . But now there was the new feeling -- the last new feeling which we shall any of us experience in this world -- that death was not only close at hand , but inevitable .