Eight in the morning
`` The parish seems to be deserted , '' said he : `` not a man nor woman can I see , nor a trace of smoke above the chimneys . '' St. Neot tightened his thin lips . In his secret heart he was mightily pleased . `` Eight in the morning , '' he answered , with a glance back at the sun . `` They 'll be all abed , I 'll warrant you . '' St. Petroc muttered a threat . They entered the village street .