nine o'clock
She saw him no more . This is no time to tell of weeping . The dry chronicle is fittest . Hard on nine o'clock in the December darkness , the night being still and clear , Jenny 's babe was at her breast , and her ears were awake for the return of her husband . A man rang at the door of the house , and asked to see Dr. Shrapnel . This man was Killick , the Radical Sam of politics . He said to the doctor : ` I 'm going to hit you sharp , sir ; I 've had it myself : please put on your hat and come out with me ; and close the door .