ten o'clock
my precious Barney ! ' and the poor little woman began to cry , and fell into a rhapsody of hopes , thanksgiving , anecdote and prayer . In the meanwhile Dangerfield was feeling his pulse , with his watch in the hollow of his hand . ` And are n't they better -- his pulse , Sir -- they were stronger this morning by a great deal than last night -- it was just at ten o'clock -- do n't you perceive , Sir ? ' ` H 'm -- well , I hope , Ma'am , we 'll soon find _ all _ better . Now , have you got all things ready -- you have , of course , a sheet well aired ? ' ` A sheet -- I did not know 't was wanted . '