twenty minutes past one
Leaning on the window-sill , she looked out at the night . The clouds were over the moon at that moment ; nothing was to be seen through the darkness but the scattered gas-lights in the suburb . Turning from the window , she looked at the clock . It was twenty minutes past one . For the last time , the resolution that had come to her in the earlier night , with the knowledge that her husband was in the house , forced itself uppermost in her mind . For the last time , the voice within her said , `` Think if there is no other way ! '' She pondered over it till the minute-hand of the clock pointed to the half-hour .