ten minutes past two
Frederick Cleve was safe , for him . Strolling out on the balcony , Lawrence folded his arms on the balustrade . The night was hot : perhaps that was why he could not sleep . By his watch it was ten minutes past two . The moon was near her setting . She lay on her back with tumbled clouds all round her : mother & pearl clouds , quilted , and tinged with a sheen of opal . He wondered whether Bernard was asleep : poor Bernard , lying alone through the dreary hours .