about eight
o'clock
The light fell on his thin whitening hair -- still coarse , and close cropped . In his clean , washed-out face there was the faded glow of the man who had been the rising young attorney thirty years before . Grant knew that Fenn did not expect the work to stop , so he went on with it . `` I 'm going to supper about eight o'clock , '' said Grant , and asked : `` Will that be all right ? '' `` Do n't mind me , '' returned Fenn , and smiled with a dim reflection of the old incandescence of his youth . Fenn 's hands trembled a little , but his eyes were steady and his voice clear . His clothes were shabby but decent , and his whole appearance was that of one who is making it a point to keep up .