nine
o'clock
How charming of me , is n't it ? But I 'm afraid it is n't , because you 'll see through me like a colander , for I want to tell you something which I have kept back too long , and when I think of it I grow old and wrinkled like a Christmas apple . So you must be a pair of absolute old angels , aunties , and break the news to grandfather . `` You know I told you , Aunt Rachel , to say something for me at nine o'clock on the Queen 's birthday . And you remember that Mr. Drake used to think pearls and diamonds of Glory , and predict wonderful things for her . Then you do n't forget that Mr. Drake had a friend named Lord Robert Ure , commonly called Lord Bob . Well , you see , by Mr. Drake 's advice , and Lord Bobbie 's influence and agency , and I do n't know what , I have made one more change -- it 's to be the last , dears , the very last -- in my Wandering-Jew existence , and now I am no longer a society entertainer , because I am a music-hall art -- '' Glory had written so far when she dropped the pen and rose from the table , wiping her eyes .