eight o'clock
The lamp-lit windows of Miss Wendover 's cottage glimmered a little way off , across gardens and meadows . ` And so you are really going to leave us to-morrow morning ? ' said Brian , regretfully . ` By the eight o'clock train from Winchester . To-morrow evening I shall be sitting on a form in a big bare class-room , listening to the babble of a lot of girls pretending to learn their lessons . ' ` Are you fond of teaching ? ' ` Just imagine to yourself the one occupation which is most odious to you , and then you may know how fond I am of teaching ; and of school-girls ; and of school-life altogether . '