nine o'clock
You will tell your uncle ? '' `` What am I to tell him ? '' she said , turning her eyes upon him with a kindly smile in their serene depths . `` That you will be here to-morrow at nine o'clock -- or eight , before the day grows hot ? Eight will be best , because the boys get so terribly sleepy and cross , you know , in the middle of the day ; and you will be able to breakfast here at half-past ten as we do . '' He looked at her , scarcely believing the testimony of his own ears . She saw his doubt , and continued quietly enough , though still with that lurking smile in her sweet eyes .