ten o'clock
She was nice to me , and ` giff-gaff makes good friends . ' '' On the morning of the blizzard , at that dark hour which comes just before daylight , Dr. Frank Winthrop left his own house for a visit to the hospital . There were no cars running , and he would not think of rousing his coachman , or even his horses , to breast such a storm ; for his errand might be a prolonged one , and was , indeed , a case of life or death . At ten o'clock he had left a patient in a most critical condition , and was now returning to further attend the sufferer . His ulster was fastened tightly about him , his head thrust deeply into his collar , his hands in his pockets , and with teeth grimly set he faced the night . `` Two miles , if it 's a block ! Well , it 's useless to try and see one 's way .