about eight o'clock
Each time that I had turned back home I seemed to feel stronger than ever , more wakeful . Finally I dropped the idea altogether , went to the house , and left a note for Charlotte , then walked down to the waterfront and watched some ships taking advantage of the tide . Anything to pass the time . And thus it happened , that , about eight o'clock -- breakfast time at 288 Chatterton Place -- I returned to the house , and sat down at the table with Charlotte . First , however , I opened the morning paper to read our little ad . It was not there . It had not been printed .