ten o'clock
And you 'll be running into bad company , I expect , putting your nose in every hole and corner where you 've no business ! But if you do anything disgraceful , I 'll disown you -- mind that , madam , mind that ! '' The Eve of the Trial AN upper room in a dull Stoniton street , with two beds in it -- one laid on the floor . It is ten o'clock on Thursday night , and the dark wall opposite the window shuts out the moonlight that might have struggled with the light of the one dip candle by which Bartle Massey is pretending to read , while he is really looking over his spectacles at Adam Bede , seated near the dark window . You would hardly have known it was Adam without being told . His face has got thinner this last week : he has the sunken eyes , the neglected beard of a man just risen from a sick-bed . His heavy black hair hangs over his forehead , and there is no active impulse in him which inclines him to push it off , that he may be more awake to what is around him .