ten o'clock
It was an incomprehensible universe . Christine suddenly shrugged her shoulders and walked out . What use in staying to the end ? It was long after ten o'clock , and an exquisite faint light lingering in the sky still revealed the features of the people in the streets . The man who had devoted half a life to the ingenious project of lengthening the summer days by altering clocks was in his disappointed grave ; but victory had come to him there , for statesmen had at last proved the possibility of that which they had always maintained to be impossible , and the wisdom of that which they had always maintained to be idiotic . The voluptuous divine melancholy of evening June descended upon the city from the sky , and even sounds were beautifully sad . The happy progress of the war could not exorcise this soft , omnipotent melancholy .