eight o'clock
The mighty brute is Toryism . '' Only the fear of reaching Rivenoak at too late an hour constrained Lashmar to rise at length and take his leave . `` I hope you will let me come and see you again , Mr. Blaydes , '' he exclaimed heartily , as he grasped the old man 's hand . `` Here you will commonly find me , Mr. Lashmar , after eight o'clock , and if you bear with my whimsies I shall thank you for your company . This ale , I try to believe , will last my time . If a company corrupt it , I forswear all fermented liquor , and go to the grave on mere element -- ` honest water which ne'er left man in the mire . ' But I hope better things -- I hope better things . ''