eight o'clock
`` I 'll tell you all about it termorrow . Let 's ` ave in supper now ; for we 're ` ungry , Arthur Miles an ' me , an ' the Fat Lady 'll be expectin ' us . Between two an ' three miles down the river there 's a lock , near a place they call Weston -- you know it , I reckon ? Well , meet us there termorrow -- say eight o'clock -- an ' we 'll ` ave a talk . '' `` The child , '' said Mr. Mortimer , `` has evidently something up her sleeve , and my advice is that we humour her . '' Tilda eyed him . `` Yes , that 's right , '' she assented with unmoved countenance . ''