about ten o’clock
He was not wholly certain that he adored the pretty girl at the bonnet-shop . He had never spoken to her , for one thing , and had only seen her from a distance , but she did well enough to moon about , and made an excellent peg to hang verses on . He had been away on a lovely summer evening 's ramble into the quiet of the country . He had been verse-making or verse-polishing , and was in a high state of mental exaltation when he reached the darkened main street of the town about ten o'clock . He turned the corner , and walked straight into the arms of a woman , who hugged him with a drunken ardour . Her breath was fiery with gin , and the coarsely-sweet scent of it filled him with an impulse of loathing . ` Let go , ' said Paul ` Deed I 'll not let go , ' the woman answered , in a drunken voice .