nine o’clock
There 's pretty nigh eighteen hundred -- '' `` Will you hold your tongue , Nanon ! You are to tell my wife I have gone into the country . I shall be back to dinner . Drive fast , Cornoiller ; I must get to Angers before nine o'clock . '' The carriage drove off . Nanon bolted the great door , let loose the dog , and went off to bed with a bruised shoulder , no one in the neighborhood suspecting either the departure of Grandet or the object of his journey . The precautions of the old miser and his reticence were never relaxed .