half past ten
Might get into country journalism for good . Curse this torment ! ' In Tottenham Court Road , Rolfe bade his friend goodbye , and the cab rushed on . It was half past ten when Rolfe knocked at the door in Hamilton Terrace . He learnt from the servant that Mr. Carnaby was at home , and had company . In the room known as the library , four men sat smoking ; their voices pealed into the hall as the door opened , and a boisterous welcome greeted the newcomer 's appearance . ` Come to condole ? '