about ten o'clock
`` Wait till a year from now , and we 'll see about that third-person bugaboo you 're worrying about . _ I 'm _ not worrying now ; so you 'd better not ! '' On the day Cyril Henshaw 's twins were six months old , a momentous occurrence marked the date with a flaming red letter of remembrance ; and it all began with a baby 's smile . Cyril , in quest of his wife at about ten o'clock that morning , and not finding her , pursued his search even to the nursery -- a room he very seldom entered . Cyril did not like to go into the nursery . He felt ill at ease , and as if he were away from home -- and Cyril was known to abhor being away from home since he was married . Now that Marie had taken over the reins of government again , he had been obliged to see very little of those strange women and babies .