about eight o'clock
They did not provide me with a new room mate , so I wandered around after dinner hoping that I could avoid both Thorndyke and Phelps . I did n't want to get into another fool social-structure argument with them and the affair of the little scared receptionist was more than likely to make me say a few words that might well get me cast into the Outer Darkness for their mere semantic content . Once more I hit the sack early . And , once more , there came a tap on my door about eight o'clock . It was not a tentative little frightened tap this time , it was more jovial and eager sounding . My reaction was about the same . Since it was their show and their property , I could n't see any reason why they made this odd lip-service to politeness .