About ten o'clock
Several young merry-makers were chattering at the bar before making a belated visit to the theatre . A shabbily-genteel individual , with a red nose and an old high hat , was sipping a quiet glass of ale alone at one end of the bar . Hurstwood nodded to the politicians and went into his office . About ten o'clock a friend of his , Mr. Frank L. Taintor , a local sport and racing man , dropped in , and seeing Hurstwood alone in his office came to the door . `` Hello , George ! '' he exclaimed . `` How are you , Frank ? ''