A quarter past three
Joyce was not the only one whose rest was disturbed that eventful night . Mr. Carlyle himself awoke , and to his surprise found that his wife had not come to bed . He wondered what the time was , and struck his repeater . A quarter past three ! Rising , he made his way to the door of his wife 's dressing-room . It was in darkness ; and , so far as he could judge by the absence of sound , unoccupied . `` Isabel ! ''