eight o’clock
Paul was laid up with an attack of bronchitis . He did not mind much . What happened happened , and it was no good kicking against the pricks . He loved the evenings , after eight o'clock , when the light was put out , and he could watch the fire-flames spring over the darkness of the walls and ceiling ; could watch huge shadows waving and tossing , till the room seemed full of men who battled silently . On retiring to bed , the father would come into the sickroom . He was always very gentle if anyone were ill . But he disturbed the atmosphere for the boy .