ten o'clock
Oh , not as long as I live . '' Then she exclaimed : `` Now -- '' and her voice changed , `` we just must go , John ; Molly 's gone , and it 's getting late . '' She helped him limp over the rocks and up the steep road , but when they reached the level , she dropped his hand , and they walked home slowly , looking back at the moon , so that they might not overtake the other couple . Once or twice they stopped and sat on lumber piles in the street , talking of nothing , and it was after ten o'clock when they came to the gate . The girl looked anxiously up the walk toward the house . `` They 've come and gone , '' she said . She moved as if to go away .