ten o'clock
In a few minutes Osborn slept . When Marie opened her eyes on the twilight of early winter morning it seemed to her that she could scarcely have had time to close them , but her bedside clock showed her , to her surprise , that she had been sleeping all night . The greatness of the shock had passed , and she had to concern herself imminently with all the bustle of Osborn 's departure . As he was not going to business to-day , not going out at all , in fact , until he left gloriously , like a man of leisure , in a taxicab at ten o'clock , he did no more than unclose a sleepy eye when his wife sprang out of her bed and murmur : `` I say , old girl , you will do my packing , wo n't you ? '' `` Yes . I 'm extra early , on purpose . '' So in the grey dawn , Marie went about her business .