ten in the morning
When I got home at night , I remembered how all these trifles spoke of a pure and tender heart and innocent life . Mistress Clarke returned ; she had been crying sadly . `` Yes , '' said she , `` it is as I feared : she loves you so much that she is willing to run the fearful risk of telling you all herself -- she acknowledges it is but a poor chance ; but your sympathy will be a balm , if you give it . To-morrow , come here at ten in the morning ; and , as you hope for pity in your hour of agony , repress all show of fear or repugnance you may feel towards one so grievously afflicted . '' I half smiled . `` Have no fear , '' I said . It seemed too absurd to imagine my feeling dislike to Lucy .