eleven o'clock
To think how much Anne had guessed of the wretched past , yet , with true delicacy , how entirely she had concealed that knowledge ! They embraced silently , and then Miss Valery went into her own room , where , year after year , when all the duties and cheerfulness of the day were done , the solitary woman had shut herself in -- alone with her own heart and with God . The young wife stood and looked with thoughtful reverence at the closed door of that room . It was eleven o'clock , yet somehow Mrs. Harper did not feel inclined to go to bed . She had too many things to think of , too many plans to make and resolutions to form . Her life must settle itself calmly now . Its trouble , tumult , and uncertainty were over .