eight o'clock
That was very true . Losing his hostility to this fragment of life , he began to feel a faint curiosity . What was it like ? At eight o'clock he would look at the baby . The nurse looked out of the bedroom door just before eight and signalled to him . This time she did not leave them alone , though she busied herself at the other side of the room , with her back to them , because she knew how shy these young things were . And this time Marie looked at Osborn with the ghost of a smile , barely more than a tremor of the lips .