eight in the morning
look at the sea . ' ` Why , it 's the same as ever ! ' said Maisie . Torpenhow had gathered from Mr. Beeton that Dick , properly dressed and shaved , had left the house at half-past eight in the morning with a travelling-rug over his arm . The Nilghai rolled in at mid-day for chess and polite conversation . ` It 's worse than anything I imagined , ' said Torpenhow . ` Oh , the everlasting Dick , I suppose !