nine o'clock
`` Just fifteen last birthday . Holla , John ! John Green ! '' cried the young gentleman in an imperious voice , to one of the gardeners , who was crossing the lawn , `` see that the nets are taken down to the lake to-morrow , and that my tent is pitched properly , by the lime-trees , by nine o'clock . I hope you will understand me this time : Heaven knows you take a deal of telling before you understand anything ! '' `` Yes , Mr. Philip , '' said the man , bowing obsequiously ; and then muttered , as he went off , `` Drat the nat ` rel ! He speaks to a poor man as if he war n't flesh and blood . ''