seven o'clock
Our Nance nearly bust . Gom , she did that ` n. '' `` Your Nance is a darling , '' said I , stroking her disordered hair . At my request backed by a promise to turn the crown into half a guinea , the butler got them some breakfast . Fortunately the Squire and the parson were due at a duck-shooting ten miles off by seven o'clock , and so were stirring early . My matter was soon settled . The Squire sat magisterially in his elbow-chair , and Nance and her father told their tale , precisely as I had told it before them . It cleared me and made the thief-catchers look mightily confused and sheepish , and very relieved they were when , as a politic way of staving off awkward questions , I grandly accepted their apologies .