nearly eight o'clock
But why so agitated , my Americano ? ' There was no answer . As fast as his weary limbs could take him , Selwyn was making for the door . It was nearly eight o'clock that night when Selwyn alighted from a train at the village where he and Elise had heard the fateful announcement of war . He walked through the quaint street , silent and deserted in the November night . Except for two or three people at the station , there was no one to be seen as his footsteps on the cobbled road knocked with their echo against the casement windows of the slumbering dwellings . Reaching the inn , he bargained for a conveyance , and after taking a little food , and arranging for a room , he went outside again , and climbed into a dogcart which had been made ready .