eight o'clock
`` Mrs Kezia , this is an unlooked-for pleasure , '' said the Doctor , coming forward . `` I could never have hoped to see you at this hour . '' `` This hour ! Why , 't is but eight o'clock ! '' cries my Aunt Kezia . `` What sort of a lig-a-bed do you think me , Doctor ? '' `` Madam , I think you the flower of creation ! ''