eight o’clock
``` My word , we must be quick about it , or I shall have some one buying over my head . ' ``` Bring your certificate of birth round to-morrow morning , and we will talk . I will think it over . ' ``` Next morning , at eight o'clock , I stood in the old man 's room . He took the document , put on his spectacles , coughed , spat , wrapped himself up in his black greatcoat , and read the whole certificate through from beginning to end . Then he turned it over and over , looked at me , coughed again , fidgeted about in his chair , and said , ` We will try to arrange this bit of business . ' `` I trembled .