eight o'clock
Barlasch was no driver , but he was skilful with the horses , and husbanded their strength at every hill . `` If we go on like this , when shall we arrive ? '' asked Desiree suddenly . `` By eight o'clock , if all goes well . '' `` And we shall find Monsieur Louis d'Arragon awaiting us at Thorn ? '' Barlasch shrugged his shoulders doubtfully . `` He said he would be there , '' he muttered , and , turning in his seat , he looked down at her with some contempt .