eleven o'clock
The hoped for revelation came unexpectedly enough . It was on the last night he spent in Lincoln . I had come back from the theatre and was in the Journal office writing a notice of the play . It was eleven o'clock when Crane came in . He had expected his money to arrive on the night mail and it had not done so , and he was out of sorts and deeply despondent . He sat down on the ledge of the open window that faced on the street , and when I had finished my notice I went over and took a chair beside him . Quite without invitation on my part , Crane began to talk , began to curse his trade from the first throb of creative desire in a boy to the finished work of the master .