about eight o'clock
Then I left the churchyard and took the road leading to the Opland . It was seven by the Town Hall clock . I walked up and down hard by the café , kept close to the iron railings , and kept a sharp watch on all who went in and came out of the door . At last , about eight o'clock , I saw the young fellow , fresh , elegantly dressed , coming up the hill and across to the cafe door . My heart fluttered like a little bird in my breast as I caught sight of him , and I blurted out , without even a greeting : `` Sixpence , old friend ! '' I said , putting on cheek ; `` here is the worth of it , '' and I thrust the little packet into his hand . `` Have n't got it , '' he exclaimed .