about ten o'clock
There was no cause for alarm ... . He thought that the nurse looked at him with compassion . He turned fiercely upon Life that it should have brought this to them when they were both so young . At last , about ten o'clock , able no longer to endure the silence of the house -- so ominous -- and the gentle tap-tap of the branches upon the pane and the whispering crackle of the fire , he went out ... . A cold hard unreal world received him . Down Sloane Street the lines of yellow lamps , bending at last until they met in sharp blue distance , were soft and misty against the outline of the street , the houses were unreal in the moonlight , a few people passed quickly , their footsteps sharp in the frosty air -- all the little painted doors of Sloane Street were blind and secret . He passed through Knightsbridge , into the Park .