eight o’clock
He was not confused , but the glitter and splendour , the Oriental gorgeousness of the picture into which he stepped , excited his eye , roused some new sense in him . He was a curious figure in those surroundings . The consuls and agents of all the nations save one were in brilliant uniform , and pashas , generals , and great officials were splendid in gold braid and lace , and wore flashing Orders on their breasts . David had been asked for half-past eight o'clock , and he was there on the instant ; yet here was every one assembled , the Prince Pasha included . As he walked up the room he suddenly realised this fact , and , for a moment , he thought he had made a mistake ; but again he remembered distinctly that the letter said half-past eight , and he wondered now if this had been arranged by the Prince -- for what purpose ? To afford amusement to the assembled company ? He drew himself up with dignity , his face became graver .