nearly eleven o'clock
`` Good-night , '' came his far away voice , as out of a dream . Outside , the celebration was at its height , but the tired idols heard not a sound of the homage which was theirs that night . When Ridgeway opened his eyes , the sunlight was pouring in upon him through the doorway . He looked at his watch , and was surprised to find that it was nearly eleven o'clock . Lady Tennys still slept on her couch of skins ; the torches had burned to the ground ; the grim idol leered malignantly upon the intruders , and the dream that he had experienced during the night was rudely dispelled . His eyes strayed again to the black , glossy , confused hair of the sleeper in the far corner , and a feeling of ineffable pity for her became companion to the sad wrenches that had grown from the misery of his own unhappiness . She was sleeping on her side , her face from him , her right arm beneath her head , the dainty jewelled hand lying limply upon the spotted leopard skin .