seven o'clock
Hastily seizing it , I locked myself into my own room , and tearing open the paper , read as follows : -- `` Honoured Sir , -- In case I should not see you , has my time will be short , I takes the liburty of writin ' a line , and ham ` appy to hinform you , as things seem to me awl a-goin ' wrong , leastways I think you 'll say so when you ` ears my tail . Muster Richard 's been back above a week , and he and the Old Un is up to their same tricks again ; but that ai n't awl -- there 's a black-haired pale chap cum with a heye like a nork , as seems to me the baddest of the lot , and that ai n't sayin ' a little . But there 's worse news yet , for I 'm afraid we ai n't only get to contend hagainst the henemy , but there 's a traytur in the camp , _ and that in a quarter where you cares most _ . Meet me tomorrow mornin ' at the old place at seven o'clock , when you shall ` ear more from , Your umbel servant , to command , `` Peter Barnett , `` late Sergeant in the -- th Dragoons . '' ~ 389 ~ ~ Reader , do you wish me a good-night ? -- many thanks for your kindness , but if you have any hope that your wish will be realised , you must be of a very sanguine temperament , or you have never been in love . `` ` Oh most delicate fiend !