ten o'clock
She dropped into Stephen Lumley 's studio , which was , as usual after painting hours , full of his friends , talking and smoking . That was the only way to spend the evening , thought Nan , talking and smoking and laughing , never pausing . Anyhow that was the way she spent it . She got back to Marazion at ten o'clock and went to her room at the little café . Looking from its window , she saw the three on the shore by the moonlit sea . Kay was standing on the paved causeway , and Barry and Gerda , some way off , were wading among the rocks , bending over the pools , as if they were looking for crabs . Nan went to bed .