eight o’clock
`` How are you ? '' she returned , holding the gate open for him to enter , as he shook hands , and striving to calm down her agitation . `` When did you return ? '' `` Only now , by the eight o'clock train , which got in beyond its time , having drawled unpardonably at the stations . They little thought they had me in it , as their looks betrayed when I got out . I have not been home yet . '' `` No !