nine o'clock
I do say a little rhyme over that my mother taught me in the forest . '' `` Try to pray for me to do right , '' said Vesta , `` that I may not make this sacrifice , and leave a wounded conscience . And now , sir , farewell . At nine o'clock go to our church and wait . If I resolve to come , there you will find the rector , and all the arrangements made . If I do not come , I think you will see me no more . '' `` Oh , beautiful spirit , '' exclaimed her lover , `` oppress me not with that fear ! ''