ten o’clock before
Like a force of nature he laid hold on it , and out of the ground and the sky and the thrill of life , he wrought beauty upon it . If this were philosophy or religion , Uncle William did not know it . He called it `` jest livin ' along . '' It was ten o'clock before he reached the artist 's rooms , and his rap at the door , gentle as a woman 's , brought no response . He rapped again . `` What 's wanted ? '' It was the querulous voice of a sick man .