about eight o'clock
`` Never . I feel some responsibility to your family . '' As Miss Lacey said afterward , it was the greatest mercy that she was n't out that evening . She had been inclined to go over to Selina Lane 's to get a skirt pattern , but some trifle had prevented her setting forth , so that she sat rocking gently in her sitting-room , enjoying blind man 's holiday at about eight o'clock , and reflecting on the contents of a letter from Miss Derwent which she held in her lap , when she saw in the dusk an unmistakable figure turn in at her gate . `` Calvin ! '' she exclaimed , and surprised color mounted to her forehead as she rose to open the door . `` No lights .