eight o'clock
It was not the unusualness and impropriety of the thing that she dreaded , but the untruthfulness and unworthiness of playing false with the holy name of a departed soul , and cheating a sick man with a superficial similarity . At length Idoine gave her decision . `` If a human life hangs upon this , I must conquer my feeling . '' As eight o'clock struck , Albano knelt in the dusk , crying , `` Peace , peace ! '' Idoine trembled as she heard him ; but she entered , clothed in white , the image of the dead Liana . `` Albano , have peace ! '' she said , in a low and faltering tone .