eight o'clock
Well , to proceed . `` I drank all day , but being young I did not feel it particularly . I went home , ran my fingers over the piano , got into a bath and dressed for the concert . At eight o'clock the carriage came , and at eight forty-five , with one more drink in me , I walked out on the platform as bold as you please , and despite the size of the audience , the glare of the lights and the air , charged with human electricity , I felt rather at ease . The orchestra went sailing into the long _ tutti _ of the F minor Concerto of Chopin , and Richter , I could feel , was in good spirits . My cue came ; I took it , struck out and came down the piano in the introductory unisons -- a divine beginning , is n't it ? -- and my tone seemed rich and virile .