Ten o’clock
He hated to leave the pretty , white-armed Ann . Ten o'clock ! The red-coated soldiery of Fort Regent and Elizabeth Castle , the guardians of Mont Orgueil , were all wrapped in slumber , save the poor , shivering sentinels . Ten o'clock ! The drenched tide waiters at St. Heliers pier anathematized the still distant Stella , whose lights now blinked feebly , laboring far out at sea . `` An hour yet to wait ! '' growled the bedraggled customs officers .