ten in the morning
` But now I come to look at you more closely , I perceive that you are changed . My poor boy , I hope there is nothing wrong ? ' Somerset burst into tears . _ EPILOGUE OF THE CIGAR DIVAN _ On a certain day of lashing rain in the December of last year , and between the hours of nine and ten in the morning , Mr. Edward Challoner pioneered himself under an umbrella to the door of the Cigar Divan in Rupert Street . It was a place he had visited but once before : the memory of what had followed on that visit and the fear of Somerset having prevented his return . Even now , he looked in before he entered ; but the shop was free of customers . The young man behind the counter was so intently writing in a penny version-book , that he paid no heed to Challoner 's arrival .