ten o'clock
She met with only deference for her uniform wherever she went , and without the slightest fear she travelled through streets at night that she would scarcely have liked to pass alone in the daytime in her ordinary garb . But all the time her heart was praying that she might find Mark before it was too late . She tried every little clue that was given her , hoping against hope that she would not have to search for her old friend in a cabaret such as she knew that place around the corner must be . But it was almost ten o'clock and she had not found Mark . She went back to the first address once more , but he had not come , and so she finally turned her steps toward the cabaret . Sadly , with her heart beating wildly , hoping , yet fearing to find him , she paused just inside the doors and looked around , trying to get used to the glare and blare , the jazz and the smoke , and the strange lax garb , and to differentiate the individuals from the crowd . Food and drink , smoke and song , wine and dance , flesh and odd perfumes !