about eight o’clock
When Zachariah returned that night he and his wife spoke to each other as if nothing had happened , but they spoke only about indifferent things . The next day Mrs. Coleman wondered whether , after all , he would repent ; but the evening came and she waited and waited in vain . The poor woman for hours and hours had thought one thought and one thought only , until at last she could bear it no longer . At about eight o'clock she rose , put on her cloak , and went out of doors . She made straight for Caillaud 's house . It was cold , and the sky was clear at intervals , with masses of clouds sweeping over the nearly full moon . What she was to do when she got to Caillaud 's had not entered her head .