nine o'clock
-- we , who are to be in closer alliance when your daughter becomes my Countess wife . Bah ! who shall talk of forgeries then ? '' The evening was still young -- nine o'clock -- when Mr. Harley found himself again in the street , bending his slow step homeward . He was wholly adrift now from any thought of those speculative ones at Chamberlin 's . What Storri had said engrossed him miserably . He entertained no doubt but what Storri would carry into execution those threats of arrest , should his desires concerning Dorothy meet with opposition .