eight o'clock
Her glance crossed that of the young soldier on the forecastle , and though the distance was too great for her to distinguish his features , she guessed who he was -- Miles was jealous . Frere , smiling with delight at her change of manner , came close to her , and whispered in her ear . She affected to start , and took the opportunity of exchanging a signal with the Crow . `` I will come at eight o'clock , '' said she , with modestly averted face . `` They relieve the guard at eight , '' he said deprecatingly . She tossed her head . `` Very well , then , attend to your guard ; I do n't care . ''