eight o'clock
`` Come ! '' she begged . `` For what it is that you wait ? '' It was just eight o'clock . Billy was looking up at the single electric-light bulb that lit the narrow street , and following the direction of his eyes , Claire saw the light grow dim , saw the tiny wires grow red , and disappear . From over all the city came shouts , and cries of consternation , oaths , and laughter , and then darkness . `` I was waiting for _ this _ ! ''