eight o’clock
In the morning of the following day , the Antiquary , who was something of a sluggard , was summoned from his bed a full hour earlier than his custom by Caxon . `` What 's the matter now ? '' he exclaimed , yawning and stretching forth his hand to the huge gold repeater , which , bedded upon his India silk handkerchief , was laid safe by his pillow -- `` what 's the matter now , Caxon ? -- it ca n't be eight o'clock yet . '' `` Na , sir , -- but my lord 's man sought me out , for he fancies me your honour 's valley-de-sham , -- and sae I am , there 's nae doubt o ' t , baith your honour 's and the minister 's -- at least ye hae nae other that I ken o ' -- and I gie a help to Sir Arthur too , but that 's mair in the way o ' my profession . '' `` Well , well -- never mind that , '' said the Antiquary -- `` happy is he that is his own valley-de-sham , as you call it -- But why disturb my morning 's rest ? '' `` Ou , sir , the great man 's been up since peep o ' day , and he 's steered the town to get awa an express to fetch his carriage , and it will be here briefly , and he wad like to see your honour afore he gaes awa . ''