eight o'clock
This was his craving . Yet he struggled under it this morning as under the lid of a tomb . The terrible sudden weight of inertia ! He knew the tray stood ready by the bed : he knew the automobile would be at the door at eight o'clock , for Lady Franks had said so , and he half divined that the servant had also said so : yet there he lay , in a kind of paralysis in this bed . He seemed for the moment to have lost his will . Why go forward into more nothingness , away from all that he knew , all he was accustomed to and all he belonged to ? However , with a click he sat up .