About three
o'clock in the morning
And she , on hearing it , had been merely dumb and irresponsive , not forbidding or repellent , as she ought to have been . The courage to wound him to the quick -- to leave him bereft , to go out into the desert herself , seemed to be more and more oozing away from her . Yet there beside her bed , on the table which held her Testament , and the few books -- almost all given her by W.F. -- to which she was wont to turn in her wakeful hours , was George 's photograph in uniform . About three o'clock in the morning she lit her candle , and lay looking at it , till suddenly she stretched out her hand for it , kissed it repeatedly , and putting it on her breast , clasped her hands over it , and so fell asleep . But before she fell asleep , she was puzzled by the sounds in Bridget 's room next door . Bridget seemed to be walking about -- pacing up and down incessantly . Sometimes the steps would cease ; only to begin again after a while with the same monotony .