eight o'clock
`` Why then -- who -- what are you ? '' `` I 'm Perks and Condy , wines and sperrits , -- eighty-five pound , eighteen , three -- that 's me , sir . '' `` Do you mean that you are -- in possession -- here ? '' `` Just that , sir , -- ever since eight o'clock s ` morning -- and nothing but sniffs -- so fur . '' Here the bullet-headed man nodded and eyed the knob of his stick hungrily . But at this moment the door opened , and the dignified -LRB- though mournful -RRB- gentleman appeared , and informed Barnabas -LRB- with a sigh -RRB- that `` his Lordship begged Mr. Beverley would walk upstairs . '' Upstairs accordingly Barnabas stepped , and guided by a merry whistling , pushed open a certain door , and so found the Viscount busily engaged in the manufacture of a paper dart , composed of a sheet of the Gazette , in the midst of which occupation he paused to grip Barnabas by the hand .