Ten o'clock in the morning
`` It 's growing dark , '' Isaacs half whispered . `` Jove ! it 's like a stage , '' Mulhall said to Grief , looking at his watch . `` Ten o'clock in the morning , and it 's like twilight . Down go the lights for the tragedy . Where 's the slow music ! '' In answer , another rumbling crash shook the atoll and the house .