eleven o'clock
His one extravagance , in the past , had been cut-rate seats in the best theatres . Suddenly the mood passed and all at once Truedale realized that he was tired -- deadly tired . The perspiration stood on his forehead -- he ached from the strain of cramped muscles . Then he looked at his watch ; it was eleven o'clock ! The stillness out of doors bespoke a sullen break in the storm . A determined drip-drip from roof and trees was like the ticking of a huge clock running down , but good for some time . The fire had died out , not a bit of red showed in the ashes , but the room was hot , still .