nearly eight o'clock
His face grew grave again . `` There is nothing possible else ! '' said he . It was nearly eight o'clock when he left . As he walked along Piccadilly , a clear and golden twilight was shining over the trees in the Green Park . All around him was the roar of the London streets ; but it was not that that he heard . Was it not rather the sound of a soft , low voice , and the silvery notes of the zither ?