the hour of eight
But I can do no more than tell him I am sorry . If he will not forgive me then , what more can I say ? Oh , if he should be vindictive ! '' When the clock began to strike the hour of eight , Iris lighted her candles , and before the pulsation of the last stroke had died away , she heard the ringing of the house-bell . The door was opened by her grandfather himself , and she heard his voice . `` Yes , '' he said , `` you will find your tutor , in the first floor front , alone . If you are inclined to be vindictive , when you hear all , please ring the bell for me . ''