eight in the morning
You let me down , '' he threatened , `` or , I 'll -- '' With a sickening skidding of wheels , Winthrop whirled the car round a corner and into the Lafayette Boulevard , that for miles runs along the cliff of the Hudson . `` Yes , '' asked Winthrop , `` WHAT will you do ? '' On one side was a high steep bank , on the other many trees , and through them below , the river . But there were no houses , and at half-past eight in the morning those who later drive upon the boulevard were still in bed . `` WHAT will you do ? '' repeated Winthrop . Miss Forbes , apparently as much interested in Mr. Schwab 's answer as Winthrop , leaned forward .