nine in the evening
` When ? ' cried the stranger , hastily . ` To-morrow , ' rejoined Bumble . ` At nine in the evening , ' said the stranger , producing a scrap of paper , and writing down upon it , an obscure address by the water-side , in characters that betrayed his agitation ; ` at nine in the evening , bring her to me there . I need n't tell you to be secret . It 's your interest . ' With these words , he led the way to the door , after stopping to pay for the liquor that had been drunk .