ten o’clock
A woman 's handwriting will do more than a man 's word any time . '' Jaspar Hume 's eyes had been looking at the factor , but they were studying something else . His face seemed not quite so fresh as it was a few minutes before . `` I will see you at ten o'clock to-morrow morning , Mr. Field , '' he said quietly . `` Will you let Gosse come to me in an hour ? '' `` Certainly . Good-night . ''