half past eight
I was still `` Mrs. Southmayd , '' as we came into a small railway station . At the ticket-window I asked if any one had come up in the train of half an hour before , inquiring for a lady in a coach . `` No , ma'am , nobody got off that train . But there 's another train at half past eight . '' `` Oh , '' I whined , `` he wo n't come on that ; he 's overrated my speed and gone on to the next station , making five miles more going for me ! '' `` Why , no , you can give three of your servants a pass to go on with the carriage , keep your maid and wait for the train . '' `` Ah , no !