eight o'clock
` Blank 's Tours ' was embroidered on his cap , and I have no doubt that he is a good husband and father , even a good citizen , but he is a blight upon the landscape , and fancy can not breathe in his presence . The typical tourist should be encouraged within bounds , both because he is of some benefit to Ireland , and because Ireland is of inestimable benefit to him ; but he should not be allowed to jeer and laugh at the legends -LRB- the gentle smile of sophisticated unbelief , with its twinkle of amusement , is unknown to and for ever beyond him -RRB- ; and above all , he should never be allowed to carry or to play on a concertina , for this is the unpardonable sin . We had an adventure yesterday . We were to dine at eight o'clock at Balkilly Castle , where Dr. La Touche is staying the week-end with Lord and Lady Killbally . We had been spending an hour or two after tea in writing an Irish letter , and were a bit late in dressing . These letters , written in the vernacular , are a favourite diversion of ours when visiting in foreign lands ; and they are very easily done when once you have caught the idioms , for you can always supplement your slender store of words and expressions with choice selections from native authors . What Francesca and I wore to the Castle dinner is , alas !