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`` But eight o'clock does n't count here , does it ? '' Terence asked , as they got up and turned inland again . They began to walk rather quickly down the hill on a little path between the olive trees . They felt more intimate because they shared the knowledge of what eight o'clock in Richmond meant . Terence walked in front , for there was not room for them side by side . `` What I want to do in writing novels is very much what you want to do when you play the piano , I expect , '' he began , turning and speaking over his shoulder . `` We want to find out what 's behind things , do n't we ?