eight o'clock
`` And he knows it , '' cried Laura . `` He knows it . He did not forget , could not have forgotten . '' The half hour passed , then the hour , and as eight o'clock chimed from the clock over the mantelshelf Laura stopped , suddenly rigid , in the midst of the floor . Her anger leaped like fire within her . All the passion of the woman scorned shook her from head to foot . At the very moment of her triumph she had been flouted , in the pitch of her pride !