eight o'clock
`` I told you he 'd do it , '' exclaimed Bingley , as he grasped my hand , `` and I hope to God it will stay 'em off . '' `` You need a drink , Ben , '' observed Judge Kenton , `` and so do I. Let 's go and get it . A soft-boiled egg was all I had for breakfast , and I 've gone faint . '' I remember that I went to a restaurant with him , that a few old women sitting on the curbing spoke to us as we passed , that we ate oysters , and returned in half an hour to another meeting , that we discussed ways and means until eight o'clock and decided nothing . I know also that when we came out again several of the old women were still crouching there , and that when they came whining up to me , I turned on them with an oath and ordered them to be off . As clearly as if it were yesterday , I can see still the long , solemn face of the Judge as he glanced up at me , and I see written upon it something of the faint wonder that I had grown to regard as the peculiar look of the Blands . I had telephoned Sally not to wait , and when I reached home I found that she had dismissed the servants and was preparing a little supper for me herself .