Ten o’clock
Lyndall said , at last . Gregory went out to find it ; when he put it down at her side she merely moved her head in recognition , and he went back to his seat and his old occupation . Then Em moved slowly away from the window , and through it came in spotted , hard-winged insects , to play round the lamp , till , one by one , they stuck to its glass , and fell to the foot dead . Ten o'clock struck . Then Lyndall rose , gathered up her papers and letters , and wished Gregory good night . Some time after Em entered ; she had been sitting all the while on the loft ladder , and had drawn her kapje down very much over her face . Gregory was piecing together the bits of an envelope when she came in .