two o'clock
Friend Barton 's `` concern '' kept him awake that night . His wife watched by his side , giving no sign , lest her wakeful presence should disturb his silent wrestlings . The tall , cherry-wood clock in the entry measured the hours , as they passed , with its slow , dispassionate tick . At two o'clock Rachel Barton was awakened from her first sleep of weariness by her husband 's voice , whispering heavily in the darkness . `` My way is hedged up ! I see no way to go forward . Lord , strengthen my patience , that I murmur not , after all I have seen of thy goodness .