nine o'clock
that infernal fellow must have carried them off ! '' muttered Andrew . `` Na , na , '' said Kirsty ; `` it 's no the infernal gentleman ava , man . I wadna be the least surprised but it 's that auld punchy buddy that sleepit in this room last nicht , and ran awa this morning , wi ' the nine o'clock omnibush , without payin his reckonin , that 's ta'en yer breeks ; but ye needna mind , ye can just pit on _ his _ for a day . '' This was too much . To be told that he himself was the thief of his own o-no-we-never-mention-ems , and that he had run away that morning without paying his reckoning , was more than Andrew Micklewhame could bear . `` Are you mad , woman ? ''