About eight at night
what shall I do ! What shall I do ! -- Surely , I shall never be equal to all these things ! About eight at night , we entered the court-yard of this handsome , large , old , and lonely mansion , that looks made for solitude and mischief , as I thought , by its appearance , with all its brown nodding horrors of lofty elms and pines about it : and here , said I to myself , I fear , is to be the scene of my ruin , unless God protect me , who is all-sufficient ! I was very sick at entering it , partly from fatigue , and partly from dejection of spirits : and Mrs. Jewkes got me some mulled wine , and seemed mighty officious to welcome me thither ; and while she was absent , ordering the wine , the wicked Robin came in to me , and said , I beg a thousand pardons for my part in this affair , since I see your grief and your distress ; and I do assure you , that I am sorry it fell to my task . Mighty well , Mr. Robert ! said I ; I never saw an execution but once , and then the hangman asked the poor creature 's pardon , and wiped his mouth , as you do , and pleaded his duty , and then calmly tucked up the criminal .