six o'clock
By the way , I 've got somewhere two letters written by two young ladies , one in 1517 , and the other in 1868 . The contrast between the two will amuse you , I think . '' After a little search , grandma produced an old portfolio , and selecting the papers , read the following letter , written by Anne Boleyn before her marriage to Henry VIII , and now in the possession of a celebrated antiquarian : DEAR MARY , I have been in town almost a month , yet I can not say I have found anything in London extremely agreeable . We rise so late in the morning , seldom before six o'clock , and sit up so late at night , being scarcely in bed before ten , that I am quite sick of it ; and was it not for the abundance of fine things I am every day getting I should be impatient of returning into the country . My indulgent mother bought me , yesterday , at a merchant 's in Cheapside , three new shifts , that cost fourteen pence an ell , and I am to have a pair of new stuff shoes , for my Lord of Norfolk 's ball , which will be three shillings . The irregular life I have led since my coming to this place has quite destroyed my appetite . You know I could manage a pound of bacon and a tankard of good ale for my breakfast , in the country , but in London I find it difficult to get through half the quantity , though I must own I am generally eager enough for the dinner hour , which is here delayed till twelve , in your polite society .