eight o'clock
Last week , when I was a-cleanin ' out his bottom cupboard , the brandy bottles was standin ' up like a row o ' ninepins . This mornin ' they was lyin ' down flat as your fyce -- empty , m 'm , every one of 'em . It did give me a turn . And ` e 'll order ` is dinner for eight o'clock , and not come ` ome till two in the mornin ' -- if ' e comes ` ome at all . ` E 's out now Lord knows where . '' `` I do n't want to hear any more . You 're very likely mistaken . ''