About eleven o'clock
And stroking his comely moustache where it had been kissed , he moved out into the sunshine . All the evening , throughout his labours , not inconsiderable , for this jury business had put him behind time , he was afflicted by that restless pleasure in his surroundings ; would break off in mowing the lower lawn to look at the house through the trees ; would leave his study and committee papers , to cross into the drawing-room and sniff its dainty fragrance ; paid a special good-night visit to the children having supper in the schoolroom ; pottered in and out from his dressing room to admire his wife while she was changing for dinner ; dined with his mind perpetually on the next course ; talked volubly of the war ; and in the billiard room afterwards , smoking the pipe which had taken the place of his cigar , could not keep still , but roamed about , now in conservatory , now in the drawing-room , where his wife and the governess were still making swabs . It seemed to him that he could not have enough of anything . About eleven o'clock he strolled out beautiful night , only just dark enough -- under the new arrangement with Time -- and went down to the little round fountain below the terrace . His wife was playing the piano . Mr. Bosengate looked at the water and the flat dark water lily leaves which floated there ; looked up at the house , where only narrow chinks of light showed , because of the Lighting Order . The dreamy music drifted out ; there was a scent of heliotrope .