four o'clock
Sometimes they paused under my window and then I had a feeling , amounting to certainty , that he was listening to hear if I was sobbing , and that if I had been he would have broken down my bedroom door to get to me . At length I heard him come up the stone stairway , shut and bolt the balcony door , and walk heavily across the corridor to his own room . The day was then dawning . It was four o'clock . I awoke on Wednesday morning in a kind of spiritual and physical fever . Every conflicting emotion which a woman can experience in the cruel battle between her religion and her love seemed to flood body and soul -- joy , pain , pride , shame , fear , rapture -- so that I determined -LRB- not without cause -RRB- to make excuse of a headache to stay in bed . Although it was the last day of Martin 's visit , and I charged myself with the discourtesy of neglecting him , as well as the folly of losing the few remaining hours of his company , I thought I could not without danger meet him again .