One o’clock
They could not discover how long it was since she had taken any nourishment , and they already knew what a miserable pittance hers had been at the best . Mrs. Kelland gave her up at once , and protested that she was following her mother , and that there was death in her face . Rachel made an imperious gesture of silence , and was obeyed so far as voice went , but long-drawn sighs and shakes of the head continued to impress on her the aunt 's hopelessness , throughout the endeavours to change the position , the moistening of the lips , the attempts at relief in answer to the choked effort to cough , the weary , faint moan , the increasing faintness and exhaustion . One o'clock struck , and Mrs. Kelland said , in a low , ominous voice , `` It is the turn of the night , Miss Rachel . You bad best leave her to me . '' `` I will never leave her , '' said Rachel impatiently . `` You are a young lady , Miss Rachel , you ai n't used to the like of this . ''