half past seven
A fellow must live his own life . At this moment , glancing out of the bay window -- for he loved this seat whence he could see everybody pass -- his eye unfortunately , or perhaps fortunately , chanced to light on the figure of Soames , who was mousing across the road from the Green Park-side , with the evident intention of coming in , for he , too , belonged to ` The Iseeum . ' Dartie sprang to his feet ; grasping his glass , he muttered something about ` that 4.30 race , ' and swiftly withdrew to the card-room , where Soames never came . Here , in complete isolation and a dim light , he lived his own life till half past seven , by which hour he knew Soames must certainly have left the club . It would not do , as he kept repeating to himself whenever he felt the impulse to join the gossips in the bay-window getting too strong for him -- it absolutely would not do , with finances as low as his , and the ` old man ' -LRB- James -RRB- rusty ever since that business over the oil shares , which was no fault of his , to risk a row with Winifred . If Soames were to see him in the club it would be sure to come round to her that he was n't at the dentist 's at all . He never knew a family where things ` came round ' so .