nine o’clock
Mrs Mercer stood up to go : she was sorry she could n't wait any longer , but it was after eight o'clock and she did not like to be out late as the night air was bad for her . When she had gone I began to walk up and down the room , clenching my fists . My aunt said : `` I 'm afraid you may put off your bazaar for this night of Our Lord . '' At nine o'clock I heard my uncle 's latchkey in the halldoor . I heard him talking to himself and heard the hallstand rocking when it had received the weight of his overcoat . I could interpret these signs . When he was midway through his dinner I asked him to give me the money to go to the bazaar .