two o'clock
At one o'clock , he stood at his window , looking soberly out into the moonlit parsonage yard . `` She is an angel , a pure , sweet , unselfish little angel , '' he whispered , and his voice was broken , and his eyes were wet , `` and she is going to be my wife ! Oh , God , teach me how to be good to her , and help me make her as happy as she deserves . '' At two o'clock he lay on his bed , staring into the darkness , thinking again the soft shy words she had whispered to him . And he flung his arms out toward his closed door , wanting her . At three o'clock he dropped lightly asleep and dreamed of her . With the first pale streaks of daylight stealing into his room , he awoke .