eight o'clock
` Then I 'll go into the kitchen , ' said the Jew , and took up his bundle . The sledge-bells tinkled at the door , the valet stood ready with the fur coat . ` I shall be wanted for the betrothal , ' reflected the priest , ` that man will last till to-morrow , and I ca n't bring the dead woman back to life . It 's eight o'clock , if I go to the man first there will be nothing to go for afterwards . Give me my fur coat , Walenty . ' He went into his bedroom : ` Are the horses ready ? Is it a bright night ? '