eight o'clock
It was a raw evening out-of-doors , but it was cosy in there . The popping of corks , the clinking of glasses , the hum of voices and the occasional burst of ribald laughter , even the quarrelsome argument ; all had more or less a soothing effect , which began to make Phil feel at harmony with the world at large . He looked at his watch . It was eight o'clock . He stretched his legs , unfolded the large sheet and settled down comfortably . He did not get very far . He had only scanned the headlines and had read the chief editorial , when the sound of an old , familiar voice in the saloon attracted his attention .