nine o’clock
How was he to blame ? Now that she was gone he understood how lonely her life must have been , sitting night after night alone in that room . His life would be lonely too until he , too , died , ceased to exist , became a memory -- if anyone remembered him . It was after nine o'clock when he left the shop . The night was cold and gloomy . He entered the Park by the first gate and walked along under the gaunt trees . He walked through the bleak alleys where they had walked four years before .