eight o'clock
`` Ingham , '' said Coram , `` if you were not a parson , I should say you were romancing . '' `` My child , '' said I , `` I sometimes write a parable for the Atlantic ; but the words of my lips are verity , as all those of the Sandemanians . Go to bed ; do not even dream of the Taghalian dialects ; be sure that the Japanese interpreter will breakfast with you , and the next time you are in a scrape send for the nearest minister . George , tell your brother Ezra that Mr. Coram wishes him to breakfast here to-morrow morning at eight o'clock ; do n't forget the number , Pemberton Square , you know . '' `` Yes , sir , '' said George ; and Thomas Coram laughed , said `` Merry Christmas , '' and we parted . It was time we were all in bed , especially these boys . But glad enough am I as I write these words that the meeting of Coram set us back that dropped-stitch in our night 's journey .