Eight o'clock
Sore at this treatment , the Dame , as ever , returned , with Night himself to urge her argument . I threw in my hand with a sigh , and Piers switched on the lights as we ran into Aire-sur-l'Adour . I heard a clock striking as we swung to the left in the town ... . Eight o'clock . Two more hours and a quarter , and a hundred and nineteen miles to go . I tried not to lose heart ... . We had passed Villeneuve-de-Marsan , and were nearing , I knew , cross-roads , when Piers forestalled my inquiry and spoke in my ear .