nine o'clock
For she fully understood that only a deep , real love could so vanquish the lower part of his nature as to let the nobler triumph as it had of late . `` I adore you , my great man , '' she said , very low , and their eyes met . Then they crossed the street and he , leaning over the closed half of the door in the wall , opened it and they went in . It was nine o'clock , and the old people had had their supper . Brigit who had , thinking of their great age , rather expected to find them more or less mummy-like , sitting in comfortable chairs tended by a middle-aged relation , was somewhat amused to find them squabbling fiercely over a game of dominoes , each with a glass of cider at hand . '' _ Mon père -- la voici _ , '' announced Joyselle , with a kind of simple pomposity eminently fitted to the occasion . Old Joyselle finished his act of adding a domino to the long line before him and then looked up .