ten o'clock
Another day , -- it was on the day when Miss Mary slapped Miss Betsy 's face , -- Miss M. , who adoared him , as I have said already , kep on asking him what was his buth , parentidg , and ediccation . `` Dear Frederic , '' says she , `` why this mistry about yourself and your hactions ? why hide from your little Mary '' -- they were as tender as this , I can tell you -- `` your buth and your professin ? '' I spose Mr. Frederic looked black , for I was ONLY listening , and he said , in a voice hagitated by emotion , `` Mary , '' said he , `` if you love me , ask me this no more : let it be sfishnt for you to know that I am a honest man , and that a secret , what it would be misery for you to larn , must hang over all my actions -- that is from ten o'clock till six . '' They went on chaffin and talking in this melumcolly and mysterus way , and I did n't lose a word of what they said ; for them houses in Pentonwille have only walls made of pasteboard , and you hear rayther better outside the room than in . But , though he kep up his secret , he swore to her his affektion this day pint blank . Nothing should prevent him , he said , from leading her to the halter , from makin her his adoarable wife .