Ten o'clock
I 'm not trying to be inhospitable with my own pet red-hot gridiron , but all the same -- '' `` Now , Crowe , for Pete 's sake , it 's five o'clock in the morning and I 'm catching the 7.12 -- '' And Oliver is too sleepy to argue the point . Besides he knows quite well that any arguments he can use will only drive Ted , in his present state of mind , a good deal farther and faster along the road he has so dramatically picked out for himself . So , between trying to think of some means of putting either sense or the fear of God into Elinor Piper , whatever Ted may say about it , and wondering how the latter would take a suggestion to come over to Melgrove for a while instead of starting an immoral existence with that beautiful but possessive friend of Louise 's , he drops off to sleep . Oliver had depended on Ted 's noisy habits in dressing and packing to wake him and give them a chance to talk before Ted left -- but when he woke it was to hear a respectful servantly voice saying `` Ten o'clock , sir ! '' and his first look around the room showed him that Ted 's bed was empty and Ted 's things were gone . There was a scribbled note propped up against the mirror , though . `` Dear Ollie : `` So long -- and thanks for both good advice and sympathy .