eight o'clock
As she hurried forward and withdrew the inside bolt , a middle-aged man entered , followed by a bluish-grey Skye terrier . `` Peyton , what kept you so late ? '' `` I was called to Beechgrove to baptize Susan Moffat 's only daughter . The girl died at eight o'clock , and I sat awhile with the stricken mother , trying to comfort her . Poor Susan ! it is a heavy blow , for she idolized the child . Be quiet , Biörn . ''