eight o'clock
The price he would have to ask for such a journey as I proposed was twenty-five francs a day . This would include the services of man and mule , food for the one , and fodder for the other . Without any beating down , I accepted the terms proposed , and the only part of the arrangement left in doubt was the time of starting . It was not eight o'clock , yet already the diligences and private carriages going over the Grand St. Bernard had departed with a jingling of bells and sharp cracking of whips which had first informed me that it was day . With me , it was different , however . Speed was no longer my aim . I would not be in a hurry about arriving anywhere , and when I learned that there were a couple of small towns on the Pass , at either of which I could lie for a night , there seemed no fair excuse for keeping Jack and Molly at Martigny .