eight in the
evening
She was like a fairy sprite ever dancing to dizzy music . He followed her in a sort of daze from dinner to dance , until the strains of music whirled through his head all day long . The more he saw of her , the more he desired of her . In Christmas week , when every evening was filled and he was with her from eight in the evening until two and three and four the next morning , he would glance at his watch every ten minutes during the following day . The hours from nine to five were interminable . He wandered restlessly about the office , picking up paper and circular , only to drop them after an uneasy minute or two . The entire office staff faded into the background .