ten o'clock
He had met Miss Honnor and her mother in the morning , and had been with them all the way down ; they had been most kind to him ; he had spent the best part of the day with them ; they had parted excellent friends ; looking back , he could not recall a single word he would have liked unsaid . Then a happy fancy struck him : the moment he got up to town he would go and seek out Maurice Mangan . There was a wholesome quality in Mangan 's saturnine contempt for the non-essential things of life ; Mangan 's clear penetration , his covert sympathy , his scorn or mock-melancholy , would help him to get rid of these vapors . When Lionel returned to town a little after ten o'clock that night he walked along to Mangan 's rooms in Victoria Street , and found his friend sitting in front of the fire alone . `` Glad you 've looked in , Linn . '' `` Well , you do n't seem to be busy , old chap ; who ever saw you before without a book or a pipe ? '' `` I 've been musing , and dreaming dreams , and wishing I was a poet , '' said this tall , thin , languid-looking man , whose abnormally keen gray eyes were now grown a little absent .