ten
o'clock
I was struck dumb -- only one week to make good , to save the wreck from total loss ! Something must be done quickly . In the past everything I had undertaken had been a failure , but I must persist . It was close to ten o'clock -- a bad time to begin , for my midnight correspondence had never been correctly construed . `` When did you leave Gabrielle ? '' I asked , with an idea ranging in my fancy . It was an intangible idea , but I thought it promised relief .