Ten o'clock
He looked dazedly at wizen-faced lads who gathered round ice-cream stalls , and at hungry folks who ate stewed peas . Everything seemed grimy and frayed and sordid ; the flaring torches smelt of oil ; those who shot , or ate , or rode , by spending a penny , were the envied of standers-by . Amid all this drumming and hawking and flaring of lights were swarms of boys and growing girls , precocious and vicious and foul-tongued . Ten o'clock struck . `` For God 's sake , let us get out of this , Nellie ! '' cried Ned , as the ringing bell-notes roused him . `` Have you had enough of Sydney ? ''