Ten o'clock
There was no moon , and the faint wreaths of vapour lay lightly upon the wide waste of waters . Corinne gazed about her with a sense of fascination . She had never before been so far out upon the river ; and how strange and ghostlike it appeared in the silence of the night ! Ten o'clock struck from the clocks in the town behind them , and Colin turned back to look towards the harbour . `` They were to start at ten , '' he remarked . `` Let us lie to now and watch for them . We must give them a wide berth , but not be too far distant to see what they do . ''