ten
o'clock
Osborn was in her hands ; thrown upon her mercy ; a beggar for just so much as she cared to give . He answered : `` Who cares about wisdom ? It 's the only thing worth doing , anyway . '' Roselle began pulling her fur coat up over her arms ; it was past ten o'clock ; and on Sundays she went to bed early , to counteract as far as might be the results of all the late nights during the week . `` Take me home , '' she demanded . In the taxicab Osborn took her into his arms and began whispering to her things to which she did not listen ; had he only known it , she was extremely sleepy from the effects of all the fresh air during the day , but triumphantly he took her inertia for the surrender for which he had , so suddenly , craved . He was begging for that promise about Paris , but she would not give it .