about ten o'clock
Until three o'clock he sat staring vacantly at the floor , seemingly oblivious of Jimmie 's presence , and occasionally helping himself to brandy . At last he fell asleep in the chair , and Jimmie , who had with difficulty kept his eyes open , dozed away on the couch . Meanwhile , Victor Nevill had driven straight to his rooms in Jermyn street and had gone to bed . He rose about ten o'clock , and after a light breakfast he sat down and wrote a short letter , cleverly disguising his own hand , and imitating the scrawly penmanship and bad spelling of an illiterate woman . `` The last card in the game , '' he reflected , as he addressed and stamped the envelope . `` It may be superfluous , in case he sees or writes to her to-day . But he wo n't do that -- he will put off the ordeal as long as possible .