ten o’clock
Dr. May was dismayed at seeing her take up her pen , make a desk of her blotting-book , and begin her copy by firelight . `` Flora , my dear , '' he said , `` this must not be . Have I not told you that you must be content to rest ? '' `` I did not get up till ten o'clock , and have been lying here ever since . '' `` But what has this head of yours been doing ? Has it been resting for ten minutes together ? Now I know what I am saying , Flora -- I warn you , that if you will not give yourself needful quiet now , you will suffer for it by and by . ''