eight o'clock
He stood before the cheval-glass , and twirled his moustache as he spoke , looking at himself thoughtfully , with a smile upon his face . Then he took his change from the tailor , counted it , and dropped the gold and silver into his waistcoat-pocket . The man 's manner was as much altered as his person . He had entered the shop at eight o'clock that morning a blackguard as well as a vagabond . He left it now a gentleman ; subdued in voice , easy and rather listless in gait , haughty and self-possessed in tone . `` Oh , by the bye , '' he said , pausing upon the threshold of the door , `` I 'll thank you to bundle all those old things of mine together into a sheet of brown paper : tie them up tightly . I 'll call for them after dark to-night . ''