eleven o'clock
The landlord , who had already had his license endorsed for harbouring queer characters , feared a riot , and came outside the counter ; but Jude , in his sudden flash of reason , had turned in disgust and left the scene , the door slamming with a dull thud behind him . He hastened down the lane and round into the straight broad street , which he followed till it merged in the highway , and all sound of his late companions had been left behind . Onward he still went , under the influence of a childlike yearning for the one being in the world to whom it seemed possible to fly -- an unreasoning desire , whose ill judgement was not apparent to him now . In the course of an hour , when it was between ten and eleven o'clock , he entered the village of Lumsdon , and reaching the cottage , saw that a light was burning in a downstairs room , which he assumed , rightly as it happened , to be hers . Jude stepped close to the wall , and tapped with his finger on the pane , saying impatiently , `` Sue , Sue ! '' She must have recognized his voice , for the light disappeared from the apartment , and in a second or two the door was unlocked and opened , and Sue appeared with a candle in her hand . `` Is it Jude ?