two
o’clock in the morning
The scarf drew her to her knees , and for a moment she thought someone clutched her wrist . Panting , she undid the scarf and flooded the room with light . Her heart was beating wildly , but all was still , save the ever-present rumble of the train rushing through the darkness over the boundless plains of Russia . She looked at her tiny watch , it was two o'clock in the morning . She knew then that she must have fallen asleep in spite of her strong resolutions . The letter was still in the inside pocket of her jacket , and all was well at two in the morning . No eye appeared at either of the apertures , so she covered up the light once more and lay down again , sighing to think how rumpled her dainty costume would look in the morning .