eight o’clock
-- What more do you want ? as a notary he has not his match in Paris . He is in the patriarchal style ; not queer and amusing , as Cardot used to be with Malaga ; but he will never decamp like little What 's - his-name that lived with Antonia . So I will send round my man to-morrow morning at eight o'clock ... . You may sleep in peace . And I hope , in the first place , that you will get better , and make charming music for us again ; and yet , after all , you see , life is very dreary -- managers chisel you , and kings mizzle and ministers fizzle and rich fold economizzle . -- Artists have nothing left _ here _ '' -LRB- tapping her breast -RRB- -- `` it is a time to die in .