eight o'clock
The triumph of faith shone in her kindled eyes , though glittering drops fell on the ivory keys , and the whole countenance bespoke a heart resting in the love of the Father . While her fingers still rolled waves of melody through the room , Dr. Hartwell entered , with a parcel in one hand and a magnificent cluster of greenhouse flowers in the other . He laid the latter before Beulah , and said : `` I want you to go with me to-night to hear Sontag . The concert commences at eight o'clock , and you have no time to spare . Here are some flowers for your hair ; arrange it as you have it now ; and here , also , a pair of white gloves . When you are ready , come down and make my tea . '' `` Thank you , sir , for remembering me so kindly , and supplying all my wants so -- '' `` Beulah , there are tears on your lashes .