two o’clock
As on the day when he had walked out of the Chicago Club bound on his hunt for Truth , he let his mind go so that it played freely over his past life , reviewing and analysing . For hours he sat on the porch or walked up and down in the room where the lamp still burned brightly . Again the smoke from his pipe tasted good on his tongue and all the night air had a sweetness that brought back to him the walk beside the bridle path in Jackson Park when Sue had given him herself , and with herself a new impulse in life . It was two o'clock when he lay down upon a couch in the living-room and blew out the light . He did not undress , but threw his shoes on the floor and lay looking at a wide path of moonlight that came through the open door . In the darkness it seemed that his mind worked more rapidly and that the events and motives of his restless years went streaming past like living things upon the floor . Suddenly he sat up and listened .