nine in the morning
Well , let us begin ` Mansfield Park ' -- Molly , have you seen my knitting ? '' Having with his fellows of the escort from Port Republic seen the earth heaped over the dead cavalry leader , Maury Stafford lay that night in Charlottesville at an old friend 's house . He slept little ; the friend heard him walking up and down in the night . By nine in the morning he was at the University . `` Miss Cary ? She 'll be here in about half an hour . If you 'll wait -- '' `` I 'll wait , '' said Stafford .