nine
o'clock
Muttering something under his breath her uncle turned and , walking forward called in a loud voice for the launch . Then he returned to the awning , where Ardita had again seated herself and resumed her attention to the lemon . `` I am going ashore , '' he said slowly . `` I will be out again at nine o'clock to-night . When I return we start back to New York , wither I shall turn you over to your aunt for the rest of your natural , or rather unnatural , life . '' He paused and looked at her , and then all at once something in the utter childness of her beauty seemed to puncture his anger like an inflated tire , and render him helpless , uncertain , utterly fatuous . `` Ardita , '' he said not unkindly , `` I 'm no fool .