eight o'clock
No , a louis would not be of avail . The deepest grief and anguish filled his soul to see the predicament of Monsieur , but there was no relief . Brock 's miserable affectation of the English drawl soon gave way to sharp , emphatic Americanisms . It was after eight o'clock and the train was well under way . The street lamps were getting fewer and fewer , and the soft , fresh air of the suburbs was rushing through the window . `` But , hang it all , I _ ca n't _ sit up all night ! '' growled Brock in exasperated finality .