nine o'clock
They would n't have fined you anyhow . You look fagged , darling -- are you ? '' `` Not so much fagged as hungry , '' said Val in his soft voice . `` It 's getting on for nine o'clock and I was done out of my tea . I went in to Wanhope , but Laura was out , and Clowes was drinking whisky and soda . I can not stand whisky at four in the afternoon , and Irish whisky at that . There 'll be some supper going before long , wo n't there ? ''