eight o'clock
`` God bless ye ! '' said Josey , drinking off his wine at a gulp ; `` And long life t ` ye and ` appiness to enjoy it ! '' Bainton , with a connoisseur 's due appreciation of a good old brand , sipped at his glass slowly , while Spruce , hastily swallowing his measure of the cordial , wiped his mouth furtively with the back of his hand , murmuring : `` Your good ` elth , an ' many of 'em ! '' `` Wishin ' ye long days o ' peace an ' plenty , '' said Bainton , between his appreciative sips ; `` But as fur as the trees is consarned , you 'll ` scuse me , Miss , for sayin ' it , but the time bein ' short , I do n't see ` ow it 's goin ' to be ` elped , Oliver Leach bein ' away , and no post delivered at his ` ouse till eight o'clock -- '' `` I will settle all that , '' said Maryllia -- `` You must leave everything to me . In the meantime , '' -- and she glanced at Spruce , -- then appealingly turned to Bainton , -- `` Will you try and make your friend understand an order I want to give him ? Or shall I ask Mrs. Spruce to come and speak to him ? '' `` Lord love ye , he 'll be sharper to hear me than his wife , Miss , beggin ' yer pardon , '' said Bainton , with entire frankness .