ten o'clock at night
Walking like that , to make people think I 've made you tired ! '' She stared at him , and her eyes filled with tears . She had got to the stage of longing to see him so much that she did not care whether he were drunk or sober . Then the ridiculousness of playing a role in the Bush at ten o'clock at night , struck her , and she laughed -- a rather cracked laugh . He came close to her , all flaming with hate . He noticed the blue shadows under her eyes , smelt the fire on her clothes . She recoiled from the whisky on his breath , which , from association with her childhood 's horrors , always reduced her to a state of unreasoning terror .