about one o'clock
` I tell ye what ye 'll do . Write a bit o ' a note to the lady yonder at Elverston ; an ' though Brice be a wild fellah , and ` appen not ower good sometimes , he likes me , an ' I 'll make him take it . Fayther will be grindin ' at mill to-morrow . Coom ye here about one o'clock -- that 's if ye see the mill-sails a-turnin ' -- and me and Brice will meet ye here . Bring that old lass wi ' ye . There 's an old French un , though , that talks wi ' Dudley . Mind ye , that un knows nout o ' the matter .