9 p.m.
The only thing I do feel we have been extravagant in is mustard -- it is an enormous tin , and one does n't really eat such a vast deal of mustard . The list finished and approved , I asked when our train came in . `` About 4.30 , '' said Boggley . This was 9 p.m. `` What ! '' I cried , aghast , `` Where are we going to sleep ? '' Boggley waved his hands comprehensively . `` Anywhere , '' he said ; `` we 'll see what the waiting-room is like . ''