about nine o’clock
Gorman threw away a half-smoked cigar . Perhaps he wanted to enjoy the country smells . Perhaps he was preparing himself for life in the new Ireland which he hoped to bring into being . We reached the barn in which Tim Gorman lived , at about nine o'clock . He was waiting for us , dressed in his best clothes . I knew they were his best clothes because they were creased all over in wrong places , showing that they had been packed away tightly in some receptacle too small to hold them . It is only holiday clothes which are treated in this way .