eleven o'clock
Jim was in London , looking for a situation , all which pleased Captain Lake ; and he desired that she should send him to his hotel to see him in the morning . But being in some matters of a nervous and impatient temperament , he had come again , as we see , hoping to find Jim there , and to anticipate his interview of the morning . The windows , however , were dark , and a little research satisfied Captain Lake that the colony was in bed . In fact , it was by this time half-past eleven o'clock , and working-people do n't usually sit up to that hour . But our friend , Stanley Lake , was one of those persons who think that the course of the world 's affairs should bend a good deal to their personal convenience , and he was not pleased with these unreasonable working-people who had gone to their beds , and brought him to this remote and grimy amphitheatre of black windows for nothing . So , wishing them the good-night they merited , he re-entered his cab , and drove rapidly back again towards the West-end . This time he went to a somewhat mysterious and barricadoed place , where in a blaze of light , in various rooms , gentlemen in hats , and some in great coats , were playing roulette or hazard ; and I am sorry to say , that our friend , Captain Lake , played first at one and then at the other , with what success exactly I do n't know .