eleven o’clock
Good-bye . Good-bye ! '' Then Geoffrey went . Geoffrey reached Town a little before eleven o'clock that night -- a haunted man -- haunted for life by a vision of that face still lovely in death , floating alone upon the deep , and companioned only by the screaming mews -- or perchance now sinking or sunk to an unfathomable grave . Well might such a vision haunt a man , the man whom alone of all men those cold lips had kissed , and for whose dear sake this dreadful thing was done . He took a cab directing the driver to go to Bolton Street and to stop at his club as he passed . There might be letters for him there , he thought -- something which would distract his mind a little .