eight o'clock
`` Believe you me , '' said Meldon , `` she 'll know how to manage him . '' `` She might , '' said Callaghan . `` By the looks of her , when she left you this minute , I would n't say but she might . '' It was eight o'clock , and the evening was deliciously warm . Major Kent and Meldon sat in hammock chairs on the gravel outside Portsmouth Lodge . They had dined comfortably , and their pipes were lit . For a time neither of them spoke .