nine o’clock
The Romany 's eyes glistened . `` To play the Sarasate alone to you ? '' he asked . `` That 's it-at nine o'clock to-night , if you can . '' `` I will come -- yes , I will come , '' Jethro answered , the lids drooping over his eyes in which were the shadows of the first murder of the created world . `` Here is my address , then . '' Ingolby wrote something on his visiting-card .