about nine o'clock
St. Cyril Pomeroy you 'd be . '' Such were the bright colours in which Mark painted Cyril 's future ; when he had watched him wave his farewells from the window of the departing train at Waterloo , he felt as if he were watching the bodily assumption of a saint . `` Where have you been all the evening ? '' asked Uncle Henry , when Mark came back about nine o'clock . `` In London , '' said Mark . `` Your insolence is becoming insupportable . Get away to your room . ''