about nine o'clock
`` And now I live -- O wherefore do I live ? And with that pang I prayed to be no more . '' WORDSWORTH . IT was about nine o'clock that evening , and Maltravers was alone in his room . His carriage was at the door -- his servants were arranging the luggage -- he was going that night to Burleigh . London -- society-the world -- were grown hateful to him . His galled and indignant spirit demanded solitude .