about nine o'clock
She , unwomanlike , did not like the idea of his yielding to this reluctance to go . `` He was ready , nothing detained him , why not have the final pain of going over at once ? '' He made no reply , but lounged restlessly about . At about nine o'clock George came bursting in , with his eyes flashing , and his golden hair wet with perspiration ; and catching his breath , and reducing and restraining his voice , cried out : `` Julia Markham is lost in the woods , and they ca n't find her ! '' The words struck Bart like electricity , and at once made him his best self . `` Lost , George ? '' taking him by both hands , and speaking coolly , `` tell me all about it . ''