two o'clock
But this night she had not . Perhaps , after all , she was coming back . He lay and drowsed and waited . The next time he looked at his watch , it was two o'clock . She had not come back . He turned off the lights , and as he crossed the house , pressed off the hall lights as he went , while the many unimportant little nothings , almost of themselves , ranged themselves into an ordered text of doubt and conjecture that he could not refrain from reading . On his sleeping porch , glancing at his barometers and thermometers , her laughing face in the round frame caught his eyes , and , standing before it , even bending closer to it , he studied her long .