eight o'clock
She sat down before the fire and looked at the clock on the chimney piece . It was just seven . `` Dat funnelly dinner will keep my ladyship an hour at the very latest bit . It will be eight o'clock afore she comes back , Laws-a - massy , what shall I do ? '' grunted the old woman impatiently . Slowly , slowly , passed that hour of waiting . The clock struck eight .