About eleven o'clock
_ The young man plunged through the rising storm , and through the sleety rain , which had begun to beat upon him , with face and eyes uplifted to the night . It was as though he searched the darkness for some form which , even as he looked , began to take vague and luminous shape there . Next morning Daddy , in his exultation , behaved himself with some grossness towards his enemy . About eleven o'clock he became restless , and began patrolling Market Place , passing every now and then up the steps into the narrow passage of Half Street , and so round by the Cathedral and home . He had no definite purpose , but ` have a squint at Tom , ' under the circumstances , he must , some way or other . And , sure enough , as he was coming back through Half Street on one of his rounds , and was within a few yards of Purcell 's window , the bookseller came out with his face set in Daddy 's direction . Purcell , whose countenance , so far as Daddy could see at first sight , was at its blackest and sourest , and whose eyes were on the ground , did not at once perceive his adversary , and came stern on .