two o'clock in the
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He turned his head a little , as though to listen . Thus gazing , with an inward and spiritual vision only , at the bay that his eyes might never again see , and listening to the waves whose cadence he should hear no more , the troubled look faded into one of inscrutable peace , and he sank back into the hollow of his son 's arm and passed away . * * * * * The next time that the doctor was in the house it was of a snowy night a few days after New Year 's Day . It was half-past two o'clock in the morning , and Jacob Dolph -- no longer Jacob Dolph the younger -- had been pacing furiously up and down the long dining-room -- that being the longest room in the house -- when the doctor came down stairs , and addressed him with his usual unruffled precision : `` I will request of you , Dolph , a large glass of port . I need not suggest to you that it is unnecessary to stint the measure , for the hospitality of this house is -- '' `` How is she , doctor ? For God 's sake , tell me -- is she -- is she -- '' `` The hospitality of this house is prover -- '' the precise doctor recommenced . `` Damn the hospitality ! ''