two
o'clock
Then Torrini lay silent a long while , apparently listening to the hum of the telegraph wires attached to one end of the roof . At odd intervals the freshening breeze swept these wires , and awoke a low æolian murmur . The moon rose in the mean time , and painted on the uncarpeted floor the shape of the cherry bough that stretched across the window . It was two o'clock ; Richard sat with his head bent forward , in a drowse . `` Now the cousin is dead , you are as rich as a prince , -- are you not ? '' inquired Torrini , who had lain for the last half hour with his eyes wide open in the moonlight . Richard straightened himself with a jerk .