seven o'clock
`` Whom are you writing to , George , in such a hurry ? '' asked the admiral , of a fine moustachioed son , George St. Vincent Tamworth , of the Royal Horse Guards , who had just got six months ' leave of absence for the sake of marriage with his cousin . The gallant soldier tossed a billet to his father , who mounted his spectacles , and quietly read it at the lamp . `` Captain Tamworth desires Mr. Julian Tracy 's company to-morrow morning , at seven o'clock , in the third meadow on the Oxton road . The captain brings a friend with him ; also pistols and a surgeon ; and he desires Mr. Tracy to do the like : Prospect House , Thursday evening . '' `` So , George , you consider him a gentleman , do you ? I am afraid it 's a poor compliment to our fair young friend . ''