ten o'clock
she said smiling . ` You see I have a good memory -- you smoked them last time . ' `` A warm faint perfume came from her hair . `` It was ten o'clock when I rose to leave , Ombos and Margot came out to the front to say good night : my last glimpse , as I walked down the _ pavé _ street , was of Margot -- a bare-headed figure , with wistful grey eyes , calm with the mysterious wisdom of pure womanhood . She waved her dainty lace handkerchief to me . `` That was the last of Ombos in the flesh . The next day , after German shells had poured on Ypres for six hours without cessation , my regiment left the town , and we went out a mile or two to take over some trenches .