Midnight
At intervals she bent her head toward the door leading into Alden Lytton 's room and listened ; but she heard no sound of life in there . She sat on in the rocker until the striking of a large clock somewhere in the neighborhood aroused her . It was twelve o'clock . Midnight ! She arose and cautiously opened the door leading into Alden Lytton 's room . She looked like a thief . The gas was turned down very low ; but by its dim light she saw him sleeping a heavy , trance-like sleep .