ten o'clock
An expression of concern instantly banished Sim 's content ; he gazed doubtfully at the jug , then , as Gordon made no move , rose and with marked diffidence proceeded to open the door . The lantern light fell on the gaunt , bitter countenance of his wife framed in imponderable night . Her eyes made liquid gleams in the wavering radiance which , directed at Gordon , seemed to be visible points of hatred . `` It 's ten o'clock , '' she said to her husband , `` and if you hai n't got enough sense to go to bed I 'll put you . '' `` I 'm coming right along , '' he assured her pacifically ; `` we were just having a drink around . '' `` Mrs. Berry 's asking for her husband , '' she added , gazing at that insensate form . `` He must be kind of bad to his stomach , '' Sim remarked ; `` he dropped with nothing ` tall on him . ''