eight o'clock
`` It will make me very happy , '' she said . He bent his head and fumbled over some papers he had taken from his pocket . `` Will you listen to these memoranda ? We have a great deal to go over before eight o'clock . '' Judge Pike stood for a long while where Joe had left him , staring out at the street , apparently . Really he saw nothing . Undoubtedly an image of blurring foliage , cast-iron , cement , and turf , with sunshine smeared over all , flickered upon the retinas of his eyes ; but the brain did not accept the picture from the optic nerve .