nine o'clock
He was supposed to be an accomplished habitué of the inner circles of Bohemia . It was no secret that he had once loaned $ 10 to a young man who had had a drawing printed in _ Puck _ . Often has one thus obtained his entrée into the charmed circle , while the other obtained both his entrée and roast . The other boarders enviously regarded Medora as she left at Mr. Binkley 's side at nine o'clock . She was as sweet as a cluster of dried autumn grasses in her pale blue -- oh -- er -- that very thin stuff -- in her pale blue Comstockized silk waist and box-pleated voile skirt , with a soft pink glow on her thin cheeks and the tiniest bit of rouge powder on her face , with her handkerchief and room key in her brown walrus , pebble-grain hand-bag . And Mr. Binkley looked imposing and dashing with his red face and gray mustache , and his tight dress coat , that made the back of his neck roll up just like a successful novelist 's . They drove in a cab to the Café Terence , just off the most glittering part of Broadway , which , as every one knows , is one of the most popular and widely patronized , jealously exclusive Bohemian resorts in the city .