eight o'clock
`` Talking of something ` really exciting in the way of music , ' '' said Pauline Lister , `` we had it on board when we came over . There was a nice friendly crowd on board the Arabic , and they arranged a concert for half-past eight on the Thursday evening . We were about two hundred miles off the coast of Ireland , and when we came up from dinner we had run into a dense fog . At eight o'clock they started blowing the fog-horn every half-minute , and while the fog-horn was sounding you could n't hear yourself speak . However , all the programmes were printed , and it was our last night on board , so they concluded to have the concert all the same . Down we all trooped into the saloon , and each item of that programme was punctuated by the stentorian BOO of the fog-horn every thirty seconds . You never heard anything so cute as the way it came in , right on time .