ten o'clock
Almost before it stopped she was out of the cab , at the entrance of a Broadway theatre . Duncan , alert and suspicious , read the name `` Colonial '' in flaming letters , and learned from a larger sign that Miss Eleanor Forsythe and an all-star cast were appearing therein in a revival of Reade 's `` Masks and Faces . '' In the foyer Mrs. Coppered asked authoritatively for the manager . It was after ten o'clock , the curtain had risen on the last act , and a general opinion prevailed that Mr. Wyatt had gone home . But Mrs. Coppered 's distinguished air , her magnificent furs , her beauty , all had their effect , and presently Duncan followed her into the hot , untidy little office where the manager was to be found . He was a pleasant , weary-looking man , who wheeled about from his desk as they came in , and signed the page to place chairs . `` Mr. Wyatt , '' said Mrs. Coppered , with her pleasantest smile , `` can you give us five minutes ? ''