six p.m.
I remember you many times daily , and often when I wake in the night ; and commend you to God morning and evening , kneeling on the place where your cot used to stand , for I have no one now to care for in my room . There is little change in our life here ; though Mr. Scougall , as I foreboded , takes less heart in his ministrations , and I should not wonder if he retired before long . But this is between ourselves . Punctual as ever in his duties , he rarely spends the night here , but departs at six p.m. for his wife 's farm , where Mrs. S. very naturally prefers to reside . Indeed , I wish she would absent herself altogether ; for when she comes , it is to criticise the housekeeping , in which I regret to say she does not maintain that generous spirit of which she gave promise in the veal pies , etc. , of that _ ever memorable _ morning . I never condescended to be a bride : yet I feel sure , that had I done so , it would have given me an extra compassion for the fatherless . '' `` But enough of myself .