eight o'clock
I really can not be pestered with servants . It fidgets me to death to have a man walking and puffing after me . ' ` But just consider , my love , the lateness of the hour . ' ` It is scarcely eight o'clock now , papa , and as light as possible . ' ` I am too nervous , my love , to bear your being out alone . ' Miss Gwynne rang the bell authoritatively , and the footman entered . ` Tell Mrs Davies to send some jelly , and whatever strengthening things there are in the house , to Glanyravon Farm immediately , ' she said ; then turning to her father , added , ` do you know , papa , Mrs Prothero has taken in a sick Irish girl , and I have abetted it . '