ten o'clock
He was in a fever to see Ruth with newly opened eyes , with eyes that would see her as they had not seen her in the days before ... . He rushed out -- to encounter Hangar , and to experience a surging return of rage ... . Then he went on , with no aim or purpose but to get rid of the time that must pass before he could see Ruth . It was ten o'clock , and he could not see her until five . Seven hours ... . Now she was here , within reach of his hand , her face , not beautiful by day , very lovely to his eyes as the rising moon stretched a ribbon of light across the lake to touch her with its magic glow ... and he could not find words to say what must be said . He had seated her on the bench and now paced up and down before her , struggling to become coherent .