nine o'clock
`` What dreams may come ! '' Markham slept , and , sleeping , he was with his love again , or at least trying to be . And what a season of it he had ! It appeared late evening to him -- it might be nine o'clock -- but there was moonlight , while close to the ground was a white fog . He knew that She was waiting on a street only a block away from him , but he must pass through a park , a square rather densely wooded , with an iron fence about it and gates at the center on each side . From one gate to another a path led straight across through the thick shrubbery . In the queer combination of moon and fog all seemed uncanny , but he was going to meet Her and nothing mattered .