eight o'clock
At last he came to a corner where he saw the name of her street upon the lamp post , and the hunger to see her was irresistible . He rushed up the street with desperate haste . He wished he had started sooner . It was eight o'clock and there was danger that she might be gone out . The electric cars hardly diverted him as they came floating weirdly down the line -- the trolley invisible , the wheels emitting green sheets of light at the crossings . The street grew more quiet as it climbed the hill , and at last became quite like Rock River , with its rows of small wooden houses on each side of the maple-lined streets , through which the keen wind went hissing . The stars glittered through the clear cold air like crystals of green and gold and white fire .