ten o'clock
`` Where is dear Helen ? '' `` She 's gone to bed , missis , '' said James , holding high the candle and gazing at the generous vision in front of him . It wore a bonnet , and a rich Paisley shawl over its flowered silk . `` But it 's only ten o'clock ! '' Mrs. Prockter protested . `` Yes . But her 's gone to bed . ''