eight o'clock
` What have we come for , Berta ? ' said Picotee , as she turned also . ` I 'll tell you some day , ' replied her sister . It was now much past eight o'clock , and , from the nature of the evening , dusk . The last stopping up-train was about ten , so that half-an-hour could well be afforded for looking round . Ethelberta went to the gate , which was found to be fastened by a chain and padlock . ` Ah , the London season , ' she murmured .