eight o'clock
A girl like Thyrza ! He had held her honesty as sure as the rising of day out of night . Half an hour later he sat in his bedroom writing : ` Dear Miss Trent , -- I want very much to see you . I will wait in Kennington Road , opposite the end of your street , from eight o'clock to-morrow night -LRB- Wednesday -RRB- . Please do come . I _ must _ see you , and I wish no one to know of our meeting . ` Yours truly , ` LUKE ACKROYD . '