midnight
They were in for a night of it . Durant was in torment , but he sat on , fascinated by the abominable beauty of his own play ; he sat with every nerve on edge , listening to the intolerable tick of time . Ten o'clock . He thought it had been midnight . He passed his hand over his face , as if to feel if it were stiffening in its expression of agony . And all the time Mrs. Fazakerly kept on raising and dropping her eyeglass . Now and then she gave him a look that plumbed the sources of his suffering .