Nine o'clock
Well , well ! The fact is -- one gets foolish as one grows old -- George went out hunting this morning , and did n't turn up for dinner . I kept to my rule and dined alone . Nine o'clock came ; half-past ; no George . At ten Hoskins locked up as usual , and off I went to bed . But I could n't sleep . After a while it struck me that he might be sleeping here over at Tredinnis ; that is , if no accident had happened .