nearly
one o'clock
I suppose the idea is that childish fancy is dead and that it is only decent to erect some sort of memorial to it . '' The day was growing hotter , and the Park had ceased to seem a desirable place to loiter in . Yeovil turned his steps homeward , passing on his way the bandstand with its surrounding acreage of tables . It was now nearly one o'clock , and luncheon parties were beginning to assemble under the awnings of the restaurant . Lighter refreshments , in the shape of sausages and potato salads , were being carried out by scurrying waiters to the drinkers of lager beer at the small tables . A park orchestra , in brilliant trappings , had taken the place of the military band . As Yeovil passed the musicians launched out into the tune which the doctor had truly predicted he would hear to repletion before he had been many days in London ; the `` National Anthem of the fait accompli . ''