Nine
o’clock
Most of them , moreover , had spent their money . Some were already rolling dismally home , to sleep in preparation for the morrow . Mrs. Morel , listening to their mournful singing , went indoors . Nine o'clock passed , and ten , and still `` the pair '' had not returned . On a doorstep somewhere a man was singing loudly , in a drawl : `` Lead , kindly Light . '' Mrs. Morel was always indignant with the drunken men that they must sing that hymn when they got maudlin . `` As if ` Genevieve ' were n't good enough , '' she said .