nine o'clock
The next moment it was entirely secreted in her bosom . She sauntered in-doors , and scudded upstairs to her room to read it . The writer told her in a few agitated words that their fathers had met , and he must speak to her directly . Would she meet him for a moment at the garden gate at nine o'clock that evening ? `` No , no , no ! '' cried Mary , as if he was there . She was frightened .