Nine o'clock
Then , alone and spent , Farwell returned to his cottage with a sure sense that before he slept he would know his fate , for he acknowledged that his fate lay largely , now , in the hands of the man who no longer had any doubt of his identity . It was half-past eight when the buggy passed Farwell 's window bound for the Hill Place . Young Travers was driving and the seat beside him was empty ! Nine o'clock struck ; the lights went out in the village , but Farwell rose and trimmed his lamp carefully . Ten o'clock -- all Kenmore , excepting Mary McAdam , slept . Still Farwell waited while his clock ticked out the palpitating seconds . The moonlight flooded the Green .