"The night grows late, and we have many long days ahead of us."

We talked of many things, and the hour grew late.

The day was growing late, the forest around them filled with long shadows.

"It is for no one to judge another man," he said in the garden as the afternoon grew late.

The hour grew late, but no one yet sought his bed.

As the day grew late, they came to a small mountain lake.

Even though it was growing late, there should be lights.

The Children had begun to tire of it, and the hour was growing late.

He looked across at the hour candle and saw it was growing late.

It was growing late, and she could not remain here too long.