About ten
o'clock
Good-night to you , sir , an ' thank ye for callin ' . '' From the hospital , Andrew Daney , avoiding the lighted main street , hastened to the Sawdust Pile . A light still burned in Caleb Brent 's cottage ; so Daney stood aloof in the vacant lot and waited . About ten o'clock , the front door opened , and , framed in the light of the doorway , the general manager saw Donald McKaye , and beside him Nan Brent . `` Until to-morrow at five , Donald , since you will persist in being obstinate , '' he heard Nan say , as they reached the gate and paused there . `` Good-night , dear . '' Andrew Daney waited no longer , but turned and fled into the darkness .