ten o'clock
And my blood was right to turn cold . For , just as he had told the manager about the arrangement I had made , and the manager said `` Bully '' and raised his glass to drink to me I looked across and there was mother 's aunt , old Susan Paget , sitting near , with the most awful face I ever saw ! I collapsed in my chair . Dear Diary , I only remember saying , `` Well , remember , ten o'clock . And dress up like a gentleman in hard luck , '' and his saying : `` Well , I hope I 'm a gentleman , and the hard luck 's no joke , '' and then I went away . And now , Dear Diary , I am in bed , and every time the telephone rings I have a chill . And in between times I drink ice-water and sneeze .