ten
o'clock
Her bedroom was above the library ; it was pleasant to him to know that when she left him it was to sleep there overhead . The deep quiet of his passion had drawn him again into his dream . And then all of a sudden , he woke up and broke the silence . It was ten o'clock on Saturday evening . Lucia had shifted the shade of the lamp . From where he sat her face was in twilight and her body in darkness . He had got up to put a book into its place , when he saw her leaning back and covering her eyes with her hand .