eight o'clock
So things are urgent , you see . I ` wave my lily hand ' to you . Glory . `` P.S. -- save time I suggest the hour and the place : eight o'clock , St. James 's Park , by the bridge going down from Marlborough House . '' Drake received this note as he was sitting alone in his chambers smoking a cigarette after drinking a cup of tea , in that hour of glamour that is between the lights . It seemed to bring with it a secret breath of passion out of the atmosphere in which it had been written . At the first impulse it went up to his lips , but at the next moment he was smitten by the memory of something , and he thought : `` I will do what is right ; I will play the game fair . ''