About eight o'clock
And now , this afternoon , she looked at the rosewood chiffonnier with longing eyes -- she even gave that pretty little piece of furniture a slight shake . If only the doors would fly open , as the locked doors of old cupboards sometimes do , even after they have been securely fastened , how pleased she would be , how much more comfortable somehow she would feel ! But the chiffonnier refused to give up its secret . ****** About eight o'clock on that same evening Joe Chandler came in , just for a few minutes ' chat . He had recovered from his agitation of the morning , but he was full of eager excitement , and Mrs. Bunting listened in silence , intensely interested in spite of herself , while he and Bunting talked . `` Yes , '' he said , `` I 'm as right as a trivet now ! I 've had a good rest -- laid down all this afternoon .