nearly two o'clock
She had the sense of having been taken into partnership with nature that morning ; so sudden and personal had been that assault , from which she yet had issued unscathed . She felt that everything that would follow in life , excepting only her love for Gwynne , would be too petty to regard more seriously than the daily meals . Not that she had more than a bare mental appreciation of the phases of love at the moment ; but it possessed her and it was infinite . She sat motionless until nearly two o'clock and then went up to her room and lay down . It was not possible to sleep for more than a few moments at a time , for the detonations were almost incessant , but she forced herself to rest , not knowing what work the morrow might have in store . When she finally rose and looked out of her window she saw that the fire was coming up the hills . She barely touched the breakfast prepared by the methodical Sugihara , who had already buried the silver , and cut the pictures from their frames , rolled , and tied them securely .