two in the morning
Nothing more came for a moment , and restless , feeling no bodily fatigue at all , she got out of her bed , took up the candle , and stepped aimlessly out into the hall . The old clock at the end struck a muffled stroke , as if to greet her . She held up her candle to look at it . Half-past two in the morning . A long time till dawn would come . She hesitated a moment and turned towards the door of a garret room which stood open . She had not been in there for so long , -- years perhaps ; but as a child she had often played there among the old things , come down from the dead , who were kept in such friendly recollection in this house .