about eight o'clock
Unfortunately , I did . I liked the job just as well as I would like getting boiled in oil . But one must stand by one 's frat , you know -- Gee , how proud I felt when I said that ! I did n't have any idea how an engaged man ought to look or act , but I went home , put on the happiest duds I had , and shinned up the street about eight o'clock . The man-eating dog of the Scroggses was somewhere else , gorging himself on another unfortunate , and I got to the front door all right . I rang the bell . Some one opened the door .