seven o'clock in the evening
`` That 's kind of you , '' Nevill replied . `` Good-night ! '' A minute later he was walking thoughtfully down Wardour street . It was seven o'clock in the evening , ten days after Jack 's second encounter with Madge Foster , and a blaze of light shone from the big studio that overlooked Ravenscourt Park . The lord and master of it was writing business letters , a task in which he was assisted by frequent cigarettes . A tray containing whisky , brandy and siphons stood on a Moorish inlaid smoking stand , and suggested correctly that a visitor was expected . At noon Jack had received a letter from Victor Nevill , of whom he had seen nothing since their meeting at Strand-on-the-Green , to say that he was coming out at eight o'clock that night to have a chat over old times .