Ten o'clock
`` Supposing I did go -- right now ? '' She shrugged her shoulders slightly and the mauve shoulder straps again arrested him . She did not speak ; but without her answer , whatever it would have been , he knew that he could not leave her ; that he must always come back at last , longing for her arms . Ten o'clock struck , and she looked up thoughtfully at the wedding-gift timepiece . `` I 'm going to bed , '' she said . `` Good night . '' A dark rush of colour flooded his face .