seven o'clock
I do n't know whether any of the others came back to the Boar for lunch , or not . I put on my cap and went for a long walk in the country , out toward Tettenhall Wood . I did n't come back until tea time . As Johnny Blair approached number 318 , Bancroft Road , a little before seven o'clock that bland March evening , he bore within his hardy breast certain delicacies , remorses , doubts , and revulsions . But all these were transcended by his overmastering determination to see this superb and long-worshipped maiden near at hand . Bancroft Road proved to be a docile suburban thoroughfare , lined with comfortable villas and double houses , each standing a little back from the street with a small garden in front . A primrose-coloured afterglow lingered in the sky , and the gas lights along the pavement still burned pale and white .