eight o'clock
`` You are the exact man I want at the factory , Corrie , '' he assured , with all steadying naturalness and calm . `` Take off your overcoat and come sit down ; you are not going right out again . I 've got work for you that will keep you guessing , as Rupert says . Let me see , it 's eight o'clock and you walked over ; I 'll wager you have had no dinner . '' `` I do n't want anything , '' Corrie refused , his face averted , his fingers gripping the mantel-shelf until his nails showed white from pressure . `` All right ; I do . I declined my coffee and some of Mrs. Carter 's ambrosial apple pie , this evening , and I have been repenting ever since .