about eight in the morning
`` When shall I come back ? '' asked Benedict . `` When you please , '' said Helen . `` Let it be about eight in the morning . '' Then , looking through the open casement towards the sky , she said : `` I think there will be a storm to-night . '' Benedict pressed her hand and was going , but she called him back . `` Excuse me , dear friend , '' said she , `` have you been told that they are coming at six in the morning to wrap him in his shroud ? ''