eight o’clock
But not at the lively rate at which they had left that lordly hall this morning . They are all alike inclined to move slowly ; they are silent , yet serene and satisfied ; they ponder upon the reminiscences of a delightful morning , and also of a delightful meal . Perhaps they are a little weary ; perhaps they wish to gaze upon the sunset . It is eight o'clock , and they enter the park gates . Dinner is universally voted a bore , even by the Baronets . Coffee covers the retreat of many a wearied bird to her evening bower . The rest lounge on a couch or sofa , or chew the cud of memory on an ottoman .