About one o'clock in the morning
he said , and then , `` Dirty liar ! '' He decided to lunch at the club , and in the afternoon he was moved to telephone an appointment with his siren . And having done that he was bound to keep it . About one o'clock in the morning he found himself walking back to Finacue Street . He was no longer a fretful conflict of nerves , but if anything he was less happy than he had been before . It seemed to him that London was a desolate and inglorious growth . London ten years ago was much less nocturnal than it is now .