eight o'clock
Thyrza took her chair to the window , leaned upon the sill , and looked up at the reddening sky . The windows of the other houses were all open ; here and there women talked from them with friends across the street . People were going backwards and forwards with bags and baskets , on the business of Saturday evening ; in the distance sounded the noise of the market in Lambeth Walk . Shortly after eight o'clock Lydia said ` I 'll just go round with my boots , and get something for dinner to-morrow . ' ` I 'll come with you , ' Thyrza said . ` I ca n't bear to sit here any longer . ' They went forth , and were soon in the midst of the market .