ten o'clock
`` Where are you staying ? '' `` The Touraine . '' `` Very well . I 'll have a machine there to pick you up at ten o'clock to-morrow morning and take you to my office . In the meanwhile -- I 'll think it over . '' It was a grinning Barry Houston who leaped from the train at Tabernacle a week later and ran open-armed through the snow toward the waiting Ba ` tiste . `` You got my telegram ? ''