midnight
`` After all , Sidney , '' he said , `` the Street IS life : the world is only many streets . She had a great deal . She had love and content , and she had you . '' Anna died a little after midnight , a quiet passing , so that only Sidney and the two men knew when she went away . It was Harriet who collapsed . During all that long evening she had sat looking back over years of small unkindnesses . The thorn of Anna 's inefficiency had always rankled in her flesh .