eleven o'clock
It was his last night . All evening the chaplain had been with him , offering the solace of divine mercy and forgiveness ; but though he was grateful for the good man 's ministrations , Durwent felt that he wanted to be alone . He hardly knew why ; but there were many things to think of , things which would be remembered more easily if he were by himself . Towards eleven o'clock he made the request of the chaplain , who left him , promising to return shortly after midnight ; and , with his hands clasped behind his back , Dick walked slowly up and down the hut . His mind journeyed to Roselawn -- and Elise . At least -- and at the thought he struck his hands together with joy -- she would never know . She would think he had died in China .