eight o'clock
And then she stepped over the sill , as if she were stepping on board a boat . I suppose she had burnt hers ! I had , no doubt , eye-openers enough . When we re-entered the Hurlbird mansion at eight o'clock the Hurlbirds were just exhausted . Florence had a hard , triumphant air . We had got married about four in the morning and had sat about in the woods above the town till then , listening to a mocking-bird imitate an old tom-cat . So I guess Florence had not found getting married to me a very stimulating process .