five minutes past eight
Julian felt strongly , even absurdly , disappointed , and found himself wishing that he possessed Marr 's private address . He would certainly have called upon him . However , he had no idea where Marr lived , so there was nothing to be done . He went back to his rooms , dressed for dinner , and was at the Berkeley by five minutes past eight . The restaurant was very crowded that night , but Valentine had secured a table in the window , and was waiting when Julian arrived . The table next to theirs was the only one unoccupied in the room . The two friends sat down and began to eat rather silently in the midst of the uproar of conversation round them .