about eight o'clock
Just : `` Stupidly mislaid your letter . What time did you say for the carriage to meet your train ? `` JOSIAH . '' And about eight o'clock her reply came , and then he went to bed , wondering if he had reached the summit of human suffering or if there would be more to come . Late that night , in the old panelled library at Bracondale , Hector walked up and down . He , too , was suffering , suffering intensely , his only grain of comfort being that he was alone . His mother was away in the north with Anne , and he had the place to himself .