Eight o'clock
deary me ! '' responded the other shopkeeper , whose blood was obviously curdling at the bare recital of these harrowing details . Robbie walked on . Eight o'clock ! Then he had been but two hours late -- two poor little hours ! Robbie reflected with vexation and bitterness on the many hours which must have been wasted or ill spent since he left Wythburn on Sunday . He begrudged the time that he had given to rest and sleep .