ten o'clock
She herself sat silent and smooth and cool . She sat like one removed from mortality 's commotion . But it was as if she were listening to the blood that beat in Brodrick 's veins , and felt in herself the passion that ran there , in secret , exulting towards its end . At ten o'clock Jane rose and held out her hand to Gertrude . She was saying good-night . Brodrick sat abstracted for a moment . Presently he rose also and followed her with shining eyes .