eight o'clock
he whispered , grinning in spite of his effort to keep a straight face . `` Tomorrow ? '' he asked in low tones . `` At eight o'clock . '' Jim bowed awkwardly to Jane , muttered something inarticulate and rushed to his car . The two girls walked in silence through Twenty-eighth Street to Broadway and thence across the Square . Seated in her room , Mary could contain her pent-up rage no longer .