Nine o'clock
The hamper is brought in and opened ; it is only a small one . In the midst of a deep bed of straw lies a hard substance ; it is taken out and the paper wrapped round it unfolded ; only a glass tumbler ! There is a paper in it on which is written , `` To Mr Mark Rothwell , from Mr Esau Tankardew , to replace what he broke last night : keep it empty , my boy ; keep it empty . '' Nine o'clock at `` The Shrubbery . '' Mary and her mother are seated at breakfast , both a little dull and disinclined to speak . At last Mary breaks the silence by a profound sigh . Mrs Franklin smiles , and says : `` You seem rather burdened with care , my child . ''