eight o'clock
`` It is ... . You _ said _ we were going to have tea . '' `` Tea ! Child , you ca n't have tea at eight o'clock ! I 'm terribly sorry '' -- he came down the ladder , vexed with himself , wiping the paint from his hands with a bunch of cheese cloth -- `` I 'm humiliated and ashamed , Miss West . Wait a moment -- '' He walked hastily through the next room into his small suite of apartments , washed his hands , changed his painter 's linen blouse for his street coat , and came back into the dim studio . `` I 'm really sorry , Valerie , '' he said .