seven in the evening
It was to be my final and triumphant adventure . Unless the High Powers stove a hole in the steamer or sent another railway train to collide with mine , the non-attainment of my object seemed impossible . I had but to go , to be seen , to conquer . I arrived safely in Berlin at half-past seven in the evening , and drove to a modest hotel in the Kaiserstrasse , where I had engaged a room . My first inquiry was for a letter from Lola . To my disappointment nothing awaited me . I had telegraphed to her at the Winter Garten the day before , and I had written as well .