about eight o'clock
In the old days , there was nothing about her suggestive of what are called the domestic virtues ; now she seemed perfectly at home amid these simple surroundings , and , almost as soon as her visitor had sat down , she busied herself in laying the table in a quick , ready way , which came of the habit of waiting upon herself . `` You 'll have a cup of tea with me ? '' she said , looking at Waymark with the curiosity which seemed to show that she also found something changed in him . `` I only get home about eight o'clock , and this is the quietest and pleasantest meal in the day for me . '' `` What do you do all day , then ? '' Waymark asked , softening the bluntness of his question with a smile . She stepped near to him , and held out her hands for him to look at ; then , as he met her eyes again , laughed merrily .