ten o'clock
A peculiar throbbing silence and mystery seemed to hang about the house . Stanistreet was depressed and hardly spoke , while Tyson vainly tried to hide his nervousness under a fictitious jocularity . He looked eagerly for the night , by which time he had concluded that all anxiety would be ended . But when ten o'clock came and he found that nothing more nor less than a long night-watch was required of him , his nerves revolted . `` I wonder how long this business is going to last ? I wish to God I 'd never stayed . '' He leaned back against the chimney-piece , grinding his heels on the fender in his irritation .