SATURDAY, TEN O'CLOCK
-- Too late , did I say ? -- What a word is that ! -- What a dreadful thing , were I to repent , to find it to be too late to remedy the apprehended evil ! SATURDAY , TEN O'CLOCK . Mr. Solmes is here . He is to dine with his new relations , as Betty tells me he already calls them . He would have thrown himself in my way once more : but I hurried up to my prison , in my return from my garden-walk , to avoid him .