nine
o'clock
It almost seemed like coming home to enter the works again , where Piter was most demonstrative in his affection , and carried it to such an extent that I could hardly get away . I had a look round the gloomy old place at once , and felt quite a thrill of pride in the faintly glowing furnaces and machinery as I thought of the endless things the place was destined to produce . `` Look here , Cob , '' said Uncle Jack , `` I shall lie down for three hours , mind ; and at the end of that time you are to wake me . It is only nine o'clock now , and you can get over that time with a book . There will be no need to walk round the place . '' `` Would Piter warn us , do you think ? '' I said .