nine o'clock
He would claim the love that he knew was his . And so , with a better heart , he permitted his tired horse to slacken the pace . He even smiled to think of her surprise when she should see him . It was a little past nine o'clock when the artist saw , through the trees , the lights in the windows at the Station , and dismounted to open the gate . Hiding up to the house , he gave the old familiar hail , `` Whoo-e-e . '' The door opened , and with the flood of light that streamed out came the tall form of Brian Oakley . `` Hello !