ten o'clock
Tschut ! It will pass . '' He took the cloak again and laid it about her shoulders : `` Come now , the orchestra will be growing impatient . It is ten o'clock past . '' `` I can not , '' said Kaya , and her lip trembled : `` Telegraph to Dresden , dear Master -- quickly ! '' `` Potztausend -- and why ? '' She backed slowly away from him and the cloak fell to the ground .