eight o'clock
A dreadful business it was -- hystarrix ; then hystarrix , in course , from Mrs. Shum ; bells ringin , child squalin , suvvants tearin up and down stairs with hot water ! If ever there is a noosance in the world , it 's a house where faintain is always goin on . I would n't live in one , -- no , not to be groom of the chambers , and git two hundred a year . It was eight o'clock in the evenin when this row took place ; and such a row it was , that nobody but me heard master 's knock . He came in , and heard the hooping , and screeching , and roaring . He seemed very much frightened at first , and said , `` What is it ? '' `` Mrs. Shum 's here , '' says I , `` and Mrs. in astarrix . ''