About eleven o'clock
Nobody amusing . '' He gave two or three names , his conscience pricking him . Somehow , at that moment , it seemed impossible to mention Chloe Fairmile . * * * * * About eleven o'clock that night , Daphne and Lady Barnes having just gone upstairs , Roger and a local Colonel of Volunteers who was dining and spending the night at Heston , were in the smoking-room . Colonel Williams had come over to discuss Volunteer prospects in the neighbourhood , and had been delighted to find in the grandson of his old friend , Oliver Trescoe , -- a young fellow whom he and others had too readily regarded as given over to luxury and soft living -- signs of the old public spirit , the traditional manliness of the family . The two men were talking with great cordiality , when the sound of a dogcart driving up to the front door disturbed them . `` Who on earth ?