nine o'clock
Stingo ! what noise is that ? '' exclaimed Burns . `` Only the nine o'clock gun , sir , '' replied Darcantel . `` Hech , mon ! '' said Stewart , `` ye needna upset ma glass of auld Madeira in yer mickle fright , for I 've seen the time when ye ha ' laughed at the music in the report of a peestol and the ping of a bullet ! But your nervous seestem seems to be unstrung ever since the sma ' French dancing count untied the string o ' your waistcoat with his rapeer . ''