ten o'clock
He had better catch a train . All the time there was a steady bruise at the bottom of his soul , but so steady as to be forgettable . He caught a train for Ilkeston . It was ten o'clock as he was mounting the hill to Cossethay , carrying his limp book on Bamberg Cathedral . He had not yet thought of Anna , not definitely . The dark finger pressing a bruise controlled him thoughtlessly . Anna had started guiltily when he left the house .