ten o'clock precisely
I sometimes sit with them in the reception-room after dinner , where they wind wool and knit -- endless winding ; perpetual knitting ! At five minutes to ten , Miss Murgatroyd says ; `` Now , my dear Eliza . Now , Susannah , '' which is the signal for bestowing all their goods and chattels into black satin work-bags . Then , at ten o'clock precisely , Miss Murgatroyd rises , and they procession up to bed -- ah , no ! I beg their pardons . The Miss Murgatroyds never `` go to bed . '' They all `` retire to rest . ''