eight o'clock
It was that of Eustacia 's emissary . He slapped Wildeve on the shoulder . The feverish young innkeeper and ex-engineer started like Satan at the touch of Ithuriel 's spear . `` The meeting is always at eight o'clock , at this place , '' said Venn , `` and here we are -- we three . '' `` We three ? '' said Wildeve , looking quickly round . `` Yes ; you , and I , and she .