eight o'clock
`` I suppose I am mistaken , '' sighed the old man ; `` but there was something in the boy 's face that reminded me of John . '' `` A little more , and he 'll want to adopt him , '' thought Susan . `` That would n't do nohow , though he does really seem like a decent sort of a boy . '' At eight o'clock Frank rose , and wished Mr. Bowen good-night . `` Come and see me again , my boy , '' said the old gentleman , kindly . `` You have been a good deal of company for me to-night . '' `` I am glad of it , sir . ''