eight o'clock
Martin grinned . `` I heard a song about that once , '' he answered , `` and I have never forgotten it . It was a lucky song -- for some folk . '' It was fortunate that at that time of year the sun does not set until after eight o'clock , for no one could have borne to leave that pavement without seeing the whole of it . The children , quite forgotten for once in their lives , grubbed in the piles of earth and found bewitching bronze lion-heads and ornamental knobs and handles , and pictured tiles . At last they all went in to a very late supper . All the guests could be sheltered at Wilfrid 's home if the young men were satisfied to lodge in Cold Harbor .