one o'clock
He sat there for nearly two hours , dreaming of his plans of uplifting the city , and through the city as a centre reaching the Nation and its millions with pen and tongue of fire . Gradually the sense of isolation from self enveloped him , and the thought of human service challenged the highest reach of his powers . He opened the face of his watch and felt the hands , a habit he had formed of telling the time in the dark . It was one o'clock . He thought of his wife and their quarrel . He had forgotten it in larger thoughts , and his heart suddenly went out in pity to her . He had not meant what he said .