eight o'clock
To find a box at the station was more than we had dared hope for , but there it was -- empty and waiting to be returned to San Sebastian . Beneath the influence of twenty-five pesetas , the station-master saw no good reason why it should not be returned by the evening train . We left Jonah to accompany his horse and hurried home by car to seek a stable . When we sat down to dinner that night at eight o'clock , Jonah called for the wine-list and ordered a magnum of champagne . When the wine was poured , he raised his glass and looked at me . `` Thank you for helping me , '' he said . He glanced round with his eyes glowing .