eight o'clock
Lydia rose . `` Then that 's settled . On Monday we 'll register . I 'll meet you on the eight o'clock car . '' `` I ca n't thank you , Lyd , -- '' began Margery . `` I do n't want any thanks , '' said Lydia , making for the door , where Dave intercepted her with outstretched hand . Lydia looked up into his dark face and her own turned crimson .