eight o’clock
And then I heard our names and the months , and my name and ` eight months ' imprisonment , ' and there was a bustle and murmur and the tipstaves cried , ` Order in the Court , ' and the Judges stood up and shook out their big red skirts as though they were shaking off the contamination of our presence and rustled away , and I sat down , wondering how long eight months was , and wishing they 'd given me as much as they gave Jameson . `` They put us in a room together then , and our counsel said how sorry they were , and shook hands , and went off to dinner and left us . I thought they might have waited with us and been a little late for dinner just that once ; but no one waited except a lot of costers outside whom we did not know . It was eight o'clock and still quite light when we came out , and there was a line of four-wheelers and a hansom ready for us . I 'd been hoping they would take us out by the Strand entrance , just because I 'd like to have seen it again , but they marched us instead through the main quadrangle -- a beastly , gloomy courtyard that echoed , and out , into Carey Street -- such a dirty , gloomy street . The costers and clerks set up a sort of a cheer when we came out , and one of them cried , ` God bless you , sir , ' to the doctor , but I was sorry they cheered . It seemed like kicking against the umpire 's decision .