nine o'clock
Yet the shows were closing , the populace was melting away into the fog . `` I 've had enough of this . Let 's get back to the Posts , '' Hartnoll repeated . His eyes told me that up to two days ago , when he left home , nine o'clock or thereabouts had been his regular bedtime . It had been mine also . One of the two saucy girls , happening to pass an instant before the booth above us extinguished its lights , spied us in dejected colloquy , and came forward . Hartnoll turned from her , but I made bold to ask her the nearest way to the Blue Posts .