eight o'clock
The girl walked swiftly up and down the room like a caged tigress , striking her head with her clenched hands in her anger and biting her lip until the blood came . It was some time before she could overcome her agitation sufficiently to deliver the note , and when she did so her mistress , as we have seen , noticed that her manner was nervous and wild . She little dreamed of the struggle which was going on in the dark-eyed girl 's mind against the impulse which urged her to seize her imagined rival by the white throat and choke the life out of her . `` It 's eight o'clock now , '' Ezra was saying downstairs . `` I wonder whether she will come ? '' `` She is sure to come , '' his father said briefly . `` Suppose she did n't ? ''