eight o'clock
Mary ran up with water for her mother , and I thought so much about my wife , I did not seem to care at all for Esther . But the next day I asked all the neighbours -LRB- both our own and Bradshaw 's -RRB- , and they 'd none of 'em heard or seen nothing of her . I even went to a policeman , a good enough sort of man , but a fellow I 'd never spoke to before because of his livery , and I asks him if his ` cuteness could find any thing out for us . So I believe he asks other policemen ; and one on 'em had seen a wench , like our Esther , walking very quickly , with a bundle under her arm , on Tuesday night , toward eight o'clock , and get into a hackney coach , near Hulme Church , and we do n't know th ' number , and ca n't trace it no further . I 'm sorry enough for the girl , for bad 's come over her , one way or another , but I 'm sorrier for my wife . She loved her next to me and Mary , and she 's never been the same body since poor Tom 's death . However , let 's go back to them ; your old woman may have done her good . ''