eight o’clock
I shook my head as soberly as I could , and pointed to her chair . She looked back at me with a bright smile , and a charming colour in her face . `` You would have done it , '' she whispered , `` in my place ! '' It is just eight o'clock . He is beginning to move for the first time . Miss Verinder is kneeling by the side of the sofa . She has so placed herself that when his eyes first open , they must open on her face .