eight o'clock
On taking his seat at the breakfast-table , Mr. Jaffrey whispered to me that Andy had had a comfortable night . `` Silas ! '' said Mr. Sewell , sharply , `` what are you whispering about ? '' Mr. Sewell was in an ill-humor ; perhaps he was jealous because I had passed the evening in Mr. Jaffrey 's room ; but surely Mr. Sewell could not expect his boarders to go to bed at eight o'clock every night , as he did . From time to time during the meal Mr. Sewell regarded me unkindly out of the corner of his eye , and in helping me to the parsnips he poniarded them with quite a suggestive air . All this , however , did not prevent me from repairing to the door of Mr. Jaffrey 's snuggery when night came . `` Well , Mr. Jaffrey , how 's Andy this evening ? ''