About ten o'clock
`` I have the newspaper still in that drawer . He died an outcast -- a felon -- a murderer ! And I blasted his name -- and I seduced his mistress -- and I -- am John Lord Lilburne ! '' About ten o'clock , some half-a-dozen of those gay lovers of London , who , like Lilburne , remain faithful to its charms when more vulgar worshippers desert its sunburnt streets -- mostly single men -- mostly men of middle age -- dropped in . And soon after came three or four high-born foreigners , who had followed into England the exile of the unfortunate Charles X . Their looks , at once proud and sad -- their moustaches curled downward -- their beards permitted to grow -- made at first a strong contrast with the smooth gay Englishmen . But Lilburne , who was fond of French society , and who , when he pleased , could be courteous and agreeable , soon placed the exiles at their ease ; and , in the excitement of high play , all differences of mood and humour speedily vanished .