about nine o’clock at night
Vansittart came down to London with his young and beautiful wife . I was introduced , dined with them , and it was finally arranged that I , since business called me also to Ceylon , should be a fellow-passenger with them on the _ Eastern Star _ , which was timed to sail on the following Monday . It was on the Sunday evening that I saw him again . He was shown up into my rooms about nine o'clock at night , with the air of a man who is bothered and out of sorts . His hand , as I shook it , was hot and dry . `` I wish , Atkinson , '' said he , `` that you could give me a little lime juice and water . I have a beastly thirst upon me , and the more I take the more I seem to want . ''