eight o'clock
Mr. Marny knows me . '' I thanked the Sergeant , and we started for the air outside -- something we could breathe , something with a sky overhead and the dear earth underfoot , something the sun warmed and the free wind cooled . Only one thing troubled me now . I could not take the girl to the train myself , neither could Marny , for I had promised to lecture that same night for the Art Club at eight o'clock , and Marny was to introduce me . The railroad station was three miles away . `` I 've got it ! '' cried Marny , when we touched the sidewalk , elbowing our way among the crowd of loafers who always swarm about a place of this kind .