nine o'clock
Jim took up a book from a table , turned over a few leaves , and then threw it down and went to the window , where he stood looking out , with his hands in his pockets . By and by Mr. Birket came in , and joined him . `` Shame to be indoors on an evening like this , '' he said . `` I should like to dine at nine o'clock in the summer . '' `` What about the servants ? '' asked Jim . `` Ah , yes , '' said Mr. Birket .