half after ten o'clock
I wept as I turned my Cherry through the back street and into the garage of my Uncle , the General Robert . Then I paused . All was quiet in the house and no light burned in the apartments of my beloved protector and relative . From the watch at my wrist I ascertained the hour to be half after ten o'clock , and I knew that he was safely in cards at that Club of Old Hickory , whose lists now bore the added one of another Robert Carruthers , man of honor and descendant of its founders . Also there was no light in the rear of the house in the apartment of that kind Kizzie , in whose affections I had made a large place . A dim light burned in the hall and I knew that there I would find my faithful chocolate Bonbon sitting upon a chair by the great door in a deep sleep . And in a very few minutes I so found him .