about
ten o'clock
Here I am in U. 39 -- but I must start at the beginning . My last entry was the depressing one of still no news . Well , I have had news , but it was like a drop of water in the mouth of a parched-up man . Another agonizing twenty-four hours passed , and I was sitting in my room about ten o'clock , trying to resign myself to the idea that the next night I should be starting out for my third trip without news of her , when the telephone bell rang . I lifted the receiver and to my amazed joy heard a voice that I could have recognized in a thousand . It was Zoe ! I was quite incapable of any remark , and my confusion was further increased when , after a few `` Hello 's , '' which I idiotically repeated , her clear , level tones said : `` Is that you , Karl ?