eight o'clock
`` Fully . '' The man from the _ Ghetto _ took her hand , and pressed it ardently to his lips . `` When may I come ? '' `` To-morrow evening at eight o'clock . '' `` And I may bring the sable cloak and the whip with me ? '' `` No , I will see about that myself . '' The next evening the enamored stockbroker came to the house of the charming little Baroness , and found her alone , lying on a couch , wrapped in a dark fur , while she held a dog whip in her small hand , which the man from the _ Ghetto _ kissed .