about ten o'clock
Upon the young poet about town there had descended , as it were out of heaven , a power hitherto undreamed of and undivined . No rapture of the body was ever so winged and flamed , or lost itself in such heights and depths of music , as that cry of the passion of his soul . Meanwhile , of a Sunday evening , Miss Poppy Grace wondered why Ricky-ticky never by any chance appeared upon his balcony . At last , coming home about ten o'clock from one of his walks to Hampstead , he found Poppy leaning out over _ her _ balcony most unmistakably on the look-out . `` Come in and have some supper , '' said she . `` No thanks , I fancy it 's a little late . '' `` Better late than never , when it 's supper with _ me _ .