eleven o'clock
That was mean , that was cowardly , and whatever she was , Cornelia was not base , and not afraid . She would have been willing to follow him into the night , to go to his door , and knock at it , and when he came , flash out at him , `` I did love you , I do love you , '' and then run , she did not know where , but somewhere out of the world . But he might not be there , or some one else might come to the door ; the crude , material difficulties denied her the fierce joy of this exploit , but she could not rest -LRB- she should never really rest again -RRB- till she had done the nearest thing to it that she could . She looked at the little busy-bee clock ticking away on her bureau and saw that it was half-past eleven o'clock , and that there was no time to lose , and she sat down and wrote : `` I did care for you . But I can never see you again . I can not tell you the reason . '' She drew a deep breath when the thing was done , and hurried the scrap unsigned into an envelope and addressed it to Ludlow .