about ten o'clock
Hannah Yates went on , her voice low , but ringing out clear and distinctly like a funeral knell : `` On the twenty-first of June , now more than fifteen years ago , I saw you , Lord Hope , come out of a house in Forty-third Street , in New York . `` You know the house , and can never forget who lived in it . That day I had carried your child to see its mother , and left word at home for my son , Daniel Yates , to go after her ; for I had business with a woman at one of the theatres , and was not sure of coming back in time . The woman I expected to see was not there ; but it took me a long time to walk back , and it was about ten o'clock when I reached the house in Forty-third Street . Thinking it possible that Daniel might not have come home from his work till late , I was crossing the street to go in and inquire about the child , when the front door opened , and you came down the steps , with a fierce , angry air , such as I had seen many a time on this side the water . I knew that your presence in that house could have no peaceful meaning , and went over . I had a latch-key , and did not need to ring .