eight o'clock
`` And they say you 're the very image of me , Paul ! Think now , when you 're praising my good looks you 're just praising your own ! '' In spite of their pleasantries , however , it was easy to see that she was wondering about and longing for something of which she spoke no word . `` Mother , it 's eight o'clock . It 's time for you to go to bed . You must not take liberties with yourself . '' `` No , '' she said .