Two o’clock
The half hour sounded sadly from the church tower . I began to fear lest someone should enter . It seemed to me that only a disaster could come at that hour and under that sombre sky . Two o'clock struck . I still waited a little . Only the sound of the bell troubled the silence with its monotonous and rhythmical stroke . At last I left the room , where every object had assumed that melancholy aspect which the restless solitude of the heart gives to all its surroundings .