eight o'clock
But Molly did not laugh , as he himself had laughed on that faraway , dreamlike evening in his rooms . Instead of laughter , two great tears welled up in her eyes and glistened slowly down her flushing cheeks . `` What if this old clock has n't moved a minute in forty years ? '' whispered Stanton passionately , `` it 's such a _ stingy _ little time to eight o'clock -- even if the hands never get there ! '' Then turning suddenly to Molly he held out his great strong arms to her . `` Oh , Molly , Molly ! '' he cried out beseechingly , `` I love you !