seven o'clock
I was always afeard of him , but I feared him like Beelzebub now . `` I 've had enough of your money , Sir ; and I tell you what , Mr. Archer , I think 't is best to end our dealings , and I 'd rather , if you please , Sir , never trouble you more . '' ' `` You 're a queer dog , '' says he , with his eye fast on me , and musing for a while -- as if he could see into my brain , and was diverted by what he found there ; -- `` you 're a queer dog , Irons . Glascock knows the world better , you see ; and as you and he are going up to London together , and I must give the poor devil a lift , I 'll meet you at the other side of Merton , beyond the quarry -- you know the moor -- on Friday evening , after dark -- say seven o'clock -- we must be quiet , you know , or people will be talking . '' ` Well , Sir , we met him , sure enough , at the time and place . ' `` Twas a darkish night -- very little moon -- and he made us turn off the road , into the moor -- black and ugly it looked , stretching away four or five miles , all heath and black peat , stretches of little broken hillocks , and a pool or tarn every now and again . An ' he kept looking back towards the road , and not a word out of him .