About nine in the morning
and she cast down her eyes with an exquisite affectation of innocence . `` By-the-bye , when does your post awive here -- the mail I mean ? '' said Furlong . `` About nine in the morning , '' said the Squire . `` And when does it go out ? '' `` About one in the afternoon . '' `` And how far is the post town fwom your house ? ''