About six o’clock
I gathered that they hated him pretty blackly in Berlin and Vienna , but that we were going to stick by him , and one paper said that he was the only barrier between Europe and Armageddon . I remember wondering if I could get a job in those parts . It struck me that Albania was the sort of place that might keep a man from yawning . About six o'clock I went home , dressed , dined at the Café Royal , and turned into a music-hall . It was a silly show , all capering women and monkey-faced men , and I did not stay long . The night was fine and clear as I walked back to the flat I had hired near Portland Place . The crowd surged past me on the pavements , busy and chattering , and I envied the people for having something to do .