half past ten
There was another sleeper , also , in the mill whom Faith knew nothing of . Michael Garvin , the night watchman -- the same whose child had been ill the night before -- when Faith came out into the loom chamber , had left it but a few minutes , going his silent round within the building , and recording his faithfulness by the half-hour pin upon the watch clock . Six times he had done this , already . It was half past ten . He had gone up , now , by the stairs from the weaving room , into the third story . These stairs ascended at the front , from within the chamber . Michael Garvin went on nearly to the end of the room above -- stopped , and looked out at a window .