eight
o’clock
` Are n't you going back with her ? ' asked Kitty , in surprise , as they rose to their feet . ` No , ' he replied , dusting his knees with his hand , ` I stay all night in Ballarat , with Madame 's kind permission , to see the theatre . Now , good-bye at present , Bebe , ' kissing her , ` I will be back at eight o'clock , so you can excuse me to Madame till then . ' He ran gaily down the hill waving his hat , and Kitty stood looking after him with pride in her heart . He was a lover any girl might have been proud of , but Kitty would not have been so satisfied with him had she known what his real thoughts were . ` Marry ! '