half past ten
Suddenly controlling herself , she said loudly at Siegmund 's door , her voice coldly hostile : ` Are n't you going to get up ? ' There was not the faintest sound in the house . Beatrice stood in the gloom of the landing , her heart thudding in her ears . ` It 's after half past ten -- are n't you going to get up ? ' she called . She waited again . Two letters lay unopened on a small table .