nine o'clock
Ibbetson lived in St. James 's Street . I went there . He was out . It was nine o'clock , and his servant seemed uncertain when he would return . I came back at ten . He was not yet home , and the servant , after thinking a while , and looking up and down the street , and finding my appearance decent and by no means dangerous , asked me to go upstairs and wait , as I told him it was a matter of great importance . So I went and sat in my uncle 's drawing-room and waited .