twelve o’clock
She looked at it intently , turned it over , and felt its thickness with her fingers . She believed that she sometimes had a kind of second-sight about letters , and could tell before she read them whether they brought good or evil tidings . She put this one down on the table in front of her while she poured her tea . At last , with a little shiver of expectancy , she tore open the envelope and read : -- Boston , February -- MY DEAR HILDA : -- It is after twelve o'clock . Every one else is in bed and I am sitting alone in my study . I have been happier in this room than anywhere else in the world . Happiness like that makes one insolent .