eight at night
They did not speak for a while . It seemed to both of them to be incredible that any one could wish to exchange the loveliness of the Antrim country for a Glasgow bar ... `` What hours does your brother work ? '' Marsh asked drily . `` He works from eight in the mornin ' till eight at night , an ' it 's later on Saturdays , but he has a half-day a week til himself , an ' he has all day Sunday . They do n't drink on Sunday in Glasgow ! '' Marsh smiled . `` Do n't they ? ''