nine o’clock
did n't I tell you when you wanted a friend to come to me ? Why did you doubt me , foolish fellow ? Pick up those shillings ; get a bed and a supper . Come and see me to-morrow at nine o'clock ; you know where , -- the same house in Curzon Street ; you shall tell me then your whole story , and it shall go hard but I 'll buy you another crossing , or get you something just as good . '' Poor Beck swayed a moment or two on his slender legs like a drunken man , and then , suddenly falling on his knees , he kissed the hem of his benefactor 's garment , and fairly wept . Those tears relieved him ; they seemed to wash the drought of despair from his heart . `` Hush , hush !