ten in the evening
In fact , all these three days he had been preoccupied -- toiling terribly early and late , busy , the center of a swarm of human activities , his voice everywhere , his pen in his hand . Meals he ate at his desk while he wrote , and sleep was gained in little snatches . Myra had been there to watch him , there to help him . Since that night in the court , she had come early and stayed until ten in the evening , doing what work she could . And there was much to be done -- she found a profitable task in instructing new recruits in the rules of picketing -- and also in investigating cases of need . These took her to strange places . She had vistas of life she had not dreamed to be true -- misery she had thought confined to novels , to books like _ Les Misérables _ .