half
past ten
Fuselli was waiting . He took out his watch now and then and strained his eyes to see the time , but there was not light enough . At last the deep broken note of the bell in the church spire struck once . It must be half past ten . He started walking slowly towards the street where Yvonne 's grocery shop was . The faint glow of the moon lit up the grey houses with the shuttered windows and tumultuous red roofs full of little dormers and skylights . Fuselli felt deliciously at ease with the world .