It was ten o'clock before he went home.

He had been very silent all the evening, and had sat soberly in the great best rocking-chair, which was, in a way, his throne of state, with Sylvia on the sofa on his right.

Many a time she had dreamed that he came over there and sat down beside her, and that night it had come to pass.
Just before ten o'clock he had arisen hesitatingly; she thought it was to take leave, but she sat waiting and trembling.

They had sat in the twilight and young moonlight all the evening.

Richard had checked her when she attempted to light a candle.