nine o'clock
And her toes turning in and out all odd ways . I am nearly at my goal . Sunday evening I lay in a watchman 's hut not far from Øvrebø , so as to be on the place early Monday morning . By nine o'clock every one would be up , then surely I must be lucky enough to meet the one I sought . I had grown dreadfully nervous , and kept imagining ugly things . I had written a nice letter to Falkenberg , using no sharp words , but the Captain might after all have been offended at my fixing the date like that ; giving him so and so much time ... . If only I had never written at all !