ten o'clock
There was a sneer on his face , white and dark , somehow . That was all . Was he baffled , and was Dr. Sturk , after all , never to regain his speech ? At half-past ten o'clock , Mr. Dangerfield abandoned hope . Had it been Dr. Pell , indeed , it would have been otherwise . But Black Dillon had not a patient ; his fame was in the hospitals . There was nothing to detain him but his vices , and five hundred pounds to draw him to Chapelizod .