eleven
o'clock
` Ah , Ambrose ! Ambrose ! ' Mary said , ` you are my joy and pride , when you are good and obedient , and we will take care of each other , sweetheart , and never part -- ' ` Not till I am a big man , ' Ambrose said , doubtfully , ` not till I am a big man , then -- ' ` We will not speak of that day yet -- it is so far off . Now we must set the board for dinner , and you shall help me to do it , for it is near eleven o'clock . ' ` To lose good days that might be better spent , To waste long nights in pensive discontent , To speed to-day -- to be put back to-morrow -- To feed on hope -- and pine with fear and sorrow . ' SPENSER . The gentlewomen in attendance on the Queen had a sorry time of it during Philip Sidney 's absence from the Court .