eight o'clock
The town would talk ; let them -- let them ! Its tongue was already active on one side of the matter ; it should be fed with a morsel or two from the other . Richard Mostyn was himself again . Mostyn remained in his office till eight o'clock that evening , writing letters about an investment in the West which had been threatening loss . Closing his desk and lowering the lights , he decided to walk home and dress for his visit to Marie . The exercise in the fresh air made him more determined in his new move . A society man he knew drove past in a glittering tally-ho filled with young ladies .