about eight o'clock
He waited until daybreak , but nothing occurred to trouble the peace and hush of the night . And then , unwilling to be seen in his evening clothes by chance passers-by , he regretfully returned to the Rue Bonaparte . An old servant had brought out the early coffee to the arbour in the garden . It was about eight o'clock , and in the shady retreat the freshness of springtime reigned . Soon down the gravel walk appeared the well-built figure of Dixon , dressed in white flannels . He bent under the arch of greenery that led to the arbour , and seemed vexed to find that it was empty . Clearly the pugilist was not going to breakfast alone and , to while away the time until his companion should appear , he lighted a cigarette .