10 o'clock
A mad arrogance , a boundless confidence in himself , flamed through all his veins . Let him paint , paint , _ paint _ -- think of nothing , care for nothing but the maturing of his gift ! How long he lost himself in this passion of egotism and defiance he hardly knew . He was roused from it by the servant bringing a lamp ; and as she set it down , the light fell upon a memorandum scrawled on the edge of a sketch which was lying on the table : ` Feb. 21 -- 10 o'clock . ' His mood collapsed . He sat down by the dying fire , brooding and miserable . How on earth was he going to get through the next few weeks ?