About half past eight
`` I shall be in dread until you return , '' she replied , with a grave shake of her head . `` When will you start ? '' asked Uncle Enos . `` About half past eight . It wo n't take over half an hour to reach his house . '' We continued to discuss Mr. Woodward for some time , and also the action of the Models and what I should do on their score . My Uncle Enos was for prosecuting them , but the Widow Canby said that the future would bring its own punishment , and on this we rested .