nine o'clock
And with a cheery wave of the hand he vaulted the railings and ran lightly across the grass . `` I 'm damned , '' said Richard . `` If a fellow like that can make gold it follows to reason I ought to be able to make good . '' It was after nine o'clock when Richard turned down the Earl 's Court Road . He stopped before a small sweet stuff shop , attracted by a card in the window which read , `` Letters may be addressed here , 1d . '' `` I suppose a man , even in my circumstances , ought to have a town address , '' he argued . `` After all , one never knows . ''