two o’clock
Two of the books that she called her `` bed-books '' lay within easy reach of her hand . One was Newman 's _ Dream of Gerontius _ , the other a volume of the Badminton Library . She chose the former and began to read . Towards two o'clock she heard a long-continued rustling . At first she supposed that her tired brain was still playing her tricks . But the rustling continued and grew louder . It sounded like a noise coming from something very wide , and spread out as a veil over an immense surface .