eleven o'clock before
Then he and Charles Edward dashed out into the night , as Alice would say , and I should have thought it was a dream that he 'd been there at all except that I felt his touch on my hand . And Lorraine put her arms round me and kissed me and said , `` Now , you sweet child , run up-stairs and look at the moonlight and dream -- and dream -- and dream . '' I do n't know whether I slept that night ; but , if I did , I did not dream . The next forenoon I waited until eleven o'clock before I went home . I wanted to be sure Aunt Elizabeth was safely away at Whitman . Yet , after all , I did not dread her now . I had been told what to do .