about one in the morning
I had an extraordinary experience with it last night . And yet I find it so interesting , so fascinating , that even now I will keep it in its place . What on earth is the meaning of it all ? I suppose it was about one in the morning , and I was closing my books preparatory to staggering off to bed , when I saw her there in front of me . The stage of mistiness and development must have passed unobserved , and there she was in all her beauty and passion and distress , as clear-cut as if she were really in the flesh before me . The figure was small , but very distinct -- so much so that every feature , and every detail of dress , are stamped in my memory . She is seated on the extreme left of the mirror .