eight o'clock
Hetty was at the station with the motor , a sullen resentment in her heart , but a welcoming smile on her lips . The sun shone brightly . The Sound glared with the white of reflected skies . `` I thought of catching the eight o'clock , '' he cried enthusiastically , as he dropped his bag beside the motor in order to reach over and shake hands with her . `` That would have gotten me here hours earlier . The difficulty was that I did n't think of the eight o'clock until I awoke at nine . '' `` And then you had the additional task of thinking about breakfast , '' said Hetty , but without a trace of sarcasm in her manner .