ten o’clock
`` Ah , if only we were ! '' Henry Wimbush added . Anne and Gombauld were still dancing together . It was after ten o'clock . The dancers had already dispersed and the last lights were being put out . To-morrow the tents would be struck , the dismantled merry-go-round would be packed into waggons and carted away . An expanse of worn grass , a shabby brown patch in the wide green of the park , would be all that remained .