nine o'clock
Ellen felt a little sick as she saw his face whiten . She had known when the woman announced her daft intention that trouble would come of it . There was going to be more of this Yaverland emotion , quiet and unhysteric and yet maddening , like some of the lower notes on the organ . `` Going down on the marshes at nine o'clock on a freezing night ! '' He turned on her with a sharpness that she felt should have been incompatible with their relationship . `` Why did n't you come and tell me she was doing this ? '' Her temper spurted .