ten o'clock
We will make our adieus gladly to the affected civil servants , the young embryo professionals , the rich independent bachelors , the corpulent papas and mamas , the famous tennis , skating , singing , dancing and playing heroines , and go joyfully back to the snug little parlor of Henry Rayne , where sits the only one sensible girl we have seen to-night . She has ceased playing , and is now sitting by a low table with her lovely head bent earnestly over a lap full of wool-work . The little clock goes ticking on through the noiseless moments that come and go and still her busy fingers ply hurriedly through the stitches . At last it is ten o'clock and instinctively she rises , puts away her wools and needle , and goes over to the chair which yet supports the sleeping figure of Henry Rayne . `` Good night , Grandpapa , '' she says softly in his ear . He hears the low sweet whisper . Her voice would penetrate the depth of death itself for him , he fancies .