ten o'clock
Business of any sort was a profound mystery to him , and with regard to speculations , investments , and such-like matters his mind was a perfect blank . He had a vague notion that perhaps Aunt Charlotte wanted some money , and that the bankers had refused to give her any ; though whether she had a right to demand it , or they a right to withhold it , he had no more idea than the man in the moon . So he dismissed the whole affair from his mind as something with which he had nothing whatever to do , and spent the evening in the company of Sir Thomas Browne . At ten o'clock he went forth into the garden , and became absorbed in an attempt to identify the different colours of the flowers in the moonlight . It proved a fascinating occupation , for the pale , cold brightness imparted hues to the flowers that were strange and weird , so that it was a matter of real difficulty to say what the colours actually were . Then he wondered how it was he had never before discovered what an inspiring thing it was to wander all alone at night about a garden illuminated by a brilliant moon . The shadows were so black and secret , the radiance so spiritual , the shapes so startlingly fantastic , it was like being in another world .