nine o'clock before
Secretly and impiously he wriggled in his seat , and as the bumping stage swung its passengers this way and that way , he obtained fleeting glances of a cheek , an arm , or a shoulder . The driver 's conversation tone to his passengers was also a yell . `` Train was an hour late t ` night , '' he said , addressing the interior . `` It 'll be nine o'clock before we git t ' th ' inn , an ' it 'll be perty dark travellin ' . '' Hawker waited decently , but at last he said , `` Will it ? '' `` Yes . No moon . ''