nine o'clock
It was horrid parting from her , my dear old G. Do I write too much about her ? I thought from something you said in a letter that perhaps I rather bored you talking of her . You see , I like her so much , and you can hardly understand how much she has meant to me since we left England together that showery October day . After dinner we said good-bye to our friends in what Boggley irreverently calls `` the hash-house , '' and at nine o'clock departed to the station . The bearer was there with all the luggage , and the _ syces _ with the ponies , for we are taking the ponies in case there is a chance of polo . In the end we nearly missed the train . At the booking-office , when we tried to book the ponies , the babu in charge lost his presence of mind and turned round and round like a teetotum .