nearly ten o'clock
His head leaned towards her with its salient thrust , its poise of impetus and forward flight . `` If you knew , '' he said , `` the things you say -- '' His hands made a sudden movement , as if they would have taken hers that lay nerveless and helpless , almost within their grasp . She drew her hands back . `` It 's nearly ten o'clock , '' she said . `` Do you want me to go ? '' She smiled . `` No .