nine o'clock
Lurking behind cigar-boxes in the window , he held the door of the house under surly espionage . It was plain to the shopkeeper that `` the gent had made a night of it . '' Dodd 's eyes were heavy , his face was flushed , and he lighted one cigarette after another with shaky hands . Shortly before nine o'clock Kate Kilgour came out and walked down the avenue on the way to her work . Dodd stared after her until she was out of sight . Shame and anger and desire mingled in the steady gaze he leveled on her ; in her crisp freshness she represented both the longed-for and the unattainable . He was conscious of a new sentiment in regard to her .