ten o'clock
As if nature had pulled the blinkers off his eyes and shown him his mate and the aim and object and law and fiery urge of the mating instinct all in one blinding flash . He lay hot and fretful , cursing himself for a fool , yet unable to find ease , wondering dully if Betty Gower must also suffer as he should , or if it were only an innocent , piquant game that Betty played . Always in the background of his mind lurked a vision of her father , sitting back complacently , fat , smug , plump hands on a well-rounded stomach , chuckling a brutal satisfaction over another MacRae beaten . MacRae wakened from an uneasy sleep at ten o'clock . He rose and dressed , got his breakfast , went out on the streets . But Vancouver had all at once grown insufferable . The swarming streets irritated him .