eight o'clock
There 's nothing so bad . '' `` He 'll be sure to get something , Sir Magnus , '' said Lady Mountjoy . But Sir Magnus insisted that Mr. Arbuthnot should go and look after his friend . It was now November , and at eight o'clock was quite dark , but the weather was fine , and something of the mildness of autumn remained . Arbuthnot was not long in discovering that Mr. Anderson was again walking in the garden . He had left Florence there and had gone to the house , but had found himself to be utterly desolate and miserable . She had exacted from him a promise which was not compatible with any kind of happiness to which he could now look forward .