ten o’clock
After all , there was one woman -- the only woman he ought to think of -- who was not afraid of hardship for the sake of her husband . He tried to excuse himself by arguing that the music had excited him ; but he felt a little ashamed , and as a sop to his not yet quite murdered conscience got up and left the cafe . When he turned into the Place Mehemet Ali he remembered suddenly that he had wasted his evening . It was ten o'clock , too late to set about the business he had intended . He was angry with himself now as well as ashamed . He wandered up and down the square , looking at the statue of the great khedive , silhouetted against the moonlight , and cursed at his misfortunes . Why should he , Gregorio Livadas , be in need of money ?