ten o'clock
She changed from the home-hating truant to the strategic wife in one moment . ` Hist ! ' she said . ` My lord , you told me ten o'clock , and 't is near twelve now , ' continues the other . ` How could ye keep me waiting so if you love me as you said ? I should have stuck to my lover in the Parliament troops if it had not been for thee , my dear lord ! ' There was not the least doubt that Lady Baxby had been mistaken for her husband by this intriguing damsel .