half past eight
Mme. Castanado had fever and probably _ la grippe _ . Early one day some two weeks after the foregoing incident the young lawyer came out of his _ pension francaise _ , opposite his office , and stood a moment in thought . In those two weeks he had not again seen Mr. Castanado . Once more it was scant half past eight . He looked across to the windows of his office and of one bare third-story sleeping-room over it . Eloquent windows ! Their meanness reminded him anew how definitely he had chosen not merely the simple but the solitary life .