ten o'clock in the morning
He would serve her as the great lovers had served , and please God , she would some day return his love . They would build up a home and bring up a family and go together up the inevitable hill . And as he stood sentinel , in a waking dream , waiting for the finger of dawn to rub the night away , sleep tapped him on the shoulder , and he turned and went to the divan and sat down with his back to it , touched one of Joan 's placid hands with his lips and drifted into further dreams with a smile around his mouth . It was ten o'clock in the morning when Martin brought his car to a stop and looked up at the heavy Gothic decorations of a pompous house in East Fifty-fifth Street . `` Is this it ? '' `` Yes , '' said Joan , getting out of the leather-lined coat that he had wrapped her in . `` It really is a house , is n't it ; and luckily , all the gargoyles are on the outside . ''