Two
o’clock
Paul was soaked to the skin , and had violent fits of shivering , but he would not leave his post lest he should miss Claudia . Cabs rolled by , and every one brought Claudia to his fancy , but scores of them passed without pause . One o'clock sounded and no Claudia . Two o'clock , and no Claudia . Then the rumble of a lonely hansom , a slippery stoppage of a horse 's feet , and Claudia 's voice crying , ` Two doors higher up . ' Then a renewed motion , a pause , the scrape of a latchkey at the lock , and Paul was on his feet , candlestick in hand . ` May n't I come in ? '