Half past eleven
Eleven o'clock ! Not yet had the patient spoken and time was passing , the minutes that remained were numbered . Mrs. Walters essayed by appealing glances to open the obstinately closed doors of Penelope 's spiritual consciousness , but it was in vain . Half past eleven ! The spiritual healer rose , his face set with an unalterable purpose . `` I will turn down the light , Mrs. Wells , '' he said quietly . `` I want you to compose yourself .