eight o'clock
`` Wot I shall miss is -- workin ' for ` im . '' Her mouth trembled . Her tears fell . Between seven and eight o'clock on Tuesday evening , Tanqueray , in an execrable temper , returned to his home . The little house had an air of bright expectancy , not to say of festival ; it was so intensely , so unusually illuminated . Each window , with its drawn blind , was a golden square in the ivy-darkened wall . Tanqueray let himself in noiselessly with his latchkey .