eight o'clock
Only she was not severe , like her father , not exactly ! And once more there shot through the Colonel a vague dread , as of a trusteeship neglected . It disappeared , however , in his bath . He was out before eight o'clock , a thin upright figure in hard straw hat and grey flannel clothes , walking with the indescribable loose poise of the soldier Englishman , with that air , different from the French , German , what not , because of shoulders ever asserting , through their drill , the right to put on mufti ; with that perfectly quiet and modest air of knowing that , whatever might be said , there was only one way of wearing clothes and moving legs . And , as he walked , he smoothed his drooping grey moustache , considering how best to take his niece out of herself . He passed along by the Terrace , and stood for a moment looking down at the sea beyond the pigeon-shooting ground . Then he moved on round under the Casino into the gardens at the back .