ten o'clock
`` Ye warranted him , ye know , squire ! '' he says , discovering the object of his visit , then drawing a chair , and seating himself in close proximity . `` Ca n't help that-quality we never warrant ! '' coolly returns the other , turning politely in his arm-chair , which works in a socket , and directing a clerk at one of the desks to add six months ' interest to the item of three wenches sold at ten o'clock . `` Do n't talk that ar way , squire ! I trades a deal in your line , and a heap o ' times , with you . Now we 'll talk over the legal points . ''