seven o’clock
It appeared , almost to his disappointment , not bad enough to give him the consolation of the old playhouse adage that the worst dress-rehearsals make the best first nights . The morrow , which was a Wednesday , was the dreadful day ; the theatre had been closed on the Monday and the Tuesday . Every one , on the Wednesday , did his best to let every one else alone , and every one signally failed in the attempt . The day , till seven o'clock , was understood to be consecrated to rest , but every one except Violet Grey turned up at the theatre . Wayworth looked at Mr. Loder , and Mr. Loder looked in another direction , which was as near as they came to conversation . Wayworth was in a fidget , unable to eat or sleep or sit still , at times almost in terror . He kept quiet by keeping , as usual , in motion ; he tried to walk away from his nervousness .