about nine o’clock
`` Oh , she wants to marry you , '' said Carlotta . `` Miss Griggs , '' said I , `` Carlotta will resume her studies , '' and I went upstairs , sighing for the beautiful tower with a lift outside . July 14th . Pasquale came in about nine o'clock , and found us playing cards . He is a bird of passage with no fixed abode . Some weeks ago he gave up his chambers in St. James 's , and went to live with an actor friend , a grass-widower , who has a house in the St. John 's Wood Road close by . Why Pasquale , who loves the palpitating centres of existence , should choose to rusticate in this semi-arcadian district , I can not imagine .