ten o'clock
The thought that his wife had fled with Vranic has almost become a certainty . Jealousy is torturing him . He feels like gripping his throat and choking himself , or dashing his head to pieces against the stone wall . If his house had been in town , near the others , Vranic might have waited till after ten o'clock ; but , situated where it was , no prying neighbours were to be feared . Something had , perhaps , detained him . Still , what can detain a man when he has such an object in view ? Muttering an oath between his teeth , Radonic stood up .