eight o'clock
One morning , a few days before he had made up his mind to go , I was correcting my proof sheets in my study . It was chilly weather . Through the window the rays of the sun touched my feet , and the slight warmth was very welcome . It was almost eight o'clock , and the early pedestrians were returning home , with their heads covered . All at once , I heard an uproar in the street , and , looking out , saw Rahmun being led away bound between two policemen , and behind them a crowd of curious boys . There were blood-stains on the clothes of the Cabuliwallah , and one of the policemen carried a knife . Hurrying out , I stopped them , and enquired what it all meant .