nine o'clock in the evening
And you , old companions , -LSB- Greek text -RSB- thranitai , benchers , -LRB- of the gallant eight-oar -RRB- , now seldom met , but never-forgotten , lairds , squires , soldiers , merchants , lawyers , grave J.P. 's , graver clergymen , gravest bishops -LRB- for of two bishops at least does our brotherhood boast -RRB- , I turn for a moment , from my task , to reach to you the right hand of fellowship from these pages , and empty the solemn pewter -- trophy of hard-won victory -- to your health and happiness . Surely none the worse Christians and citizens are ye for your involuntary failing of muscularity ! It was on a Saturday that the St. Ambrose boat made the first bump , described in our last chapter . On the next Saturday , the day-week after the first success , at nine o'clock in the evening , our hero was at the door of Hardy 's rooms . He just stopped for one moment outside , with his hand on the lock , looking a little puzzled , but withal pleased , and then opened the door and entered . The little estrangement which there had been between them for some weeks , had passed away since the races had begun . Hardy had thrown himself into the spirit of them so thoroughly , that he had not only regained all his hold on Tom , but had warmed up the whole crew in his favour , and had mollified the martinet Miller himself .