eight o'clock
E ast me when I went wiv ` is shyving-water this morning to tike ` im some coals and mike ` im some tea , an ' I never thought no more about it -- I clean forgot . '' `` This morning ! '' Beth cried . `` Why that was at eight o'clock , and now it is four ! '' `` I 'll get 'em at once , '' Gwendolen said with contrition . But the girl herself looked worn to death . She had been on her feet since early morning , and had no prospect of a rest till she dropped on her bed late at night , too exhausted to undress .