ten o'clock
In the byways of London it had wrought for him a structure of romance , and amid mean pursuits it exalted him to an ideal of love . And as he thus dreamt , and smiled and gloried -- very much like an aproned Malvolio -- the hours went quickly by . He found himself near Albert Bridge , pacing this way and that , expecting at every moment the appearance of the slim figure clad in grey . The sun set ; the blind of Rosamund 's sitting-room showed that there was lamplight within ; and at ten o'clock Warburton still hung about the square , hoping -- against his reason -- that she might come forth . He went home , and wrote to her . In a score of ways he explained to himself her holding aloof . It was vexation at his not having confided in her ; it was a desire to reflect before seeing him again ; it was -- and so on , all through the night , which brought him never a wink of sleep .