ten o'clock
said Aristide , sinking into his chair and wiping his face . `` That was a narrow escape . '' He looked at his watch . It was only ten o'clock . It had seemed as if his game with Lussigny had lasted for hours . He could not go to bed and stood confronted with anti-climax . After a while he went in search of Eugene Miller and having found him in solitary meditation on stained glass windows in the dim-lit grounds of the Villa , sat down by his side and for the rest of the evening poured his peculiar knowledge of Europe into the listening ear of the young man from Atlanta .