two o'clock
A fatal piece of news , a painful sight , a false alarm ... a certain dreaded name mingled with one that I adore -- ah ! a false report , although immediately contradicted , would kill me on the spot -- I could not live the two minutes it would require to hear the denial -- the truth happily demonstrated . This thought consoles me -- if my happiness is to end , I shall die with it . Valentine , it is two o'clock ! Oh ! why does Raymond not return ? My heart sinks -- my hand trembles so that I can scarcely hold the pen -- my eyes grow dim ... .