eight o'clock
`` How shall we manage about the rent ? '' Fred looked troubled . `` Something may turn up to-morrow . When the landlord comes , ask him to come again at eight o'clock , when I shall be home . '' `` Very well , Fred . '' Mrs. Fenton was so much in the habit of trusting to her son that she dismissed the matter with less anxiety than Fred felt . He knew very well that trusting for something to turn up is a precarious dependence , but there seemed nothing better to do .