nine o’clock
My father was a passive Tory , my aunt a furious Whig . What wonder that I fell a victim to temptation ? The next day , having seen to matters of business in the morning , I set out after dinner in my finest clothes to join my friends . I fear that I promised my mother to be careful , and to be at home by nine o'clock . I met Captain Montresor at the London Coffeehouse , at High and Front streets , and , having taken a chaise , drove out through the woods to the upper ferry , and thence to Egglesfield , the seat of Mr. Warner , from whom the club known then as `` The Colony in Schuylkill '' held under a curious tenure the acre or two of land where they had built a log cabin and founded this ancient and singular institution . Here were met Anthony Morris , who fell at Trenton , Mr. Tench Francis , sometime Attorney-General , Mifflin , and that Galloway who later became a Tory , with Mr. Willing , and others of less note , old and young . I was late for the annual ceremony of presenting three fish to Mr. Warner , this being the condition on which the soil was held , but I saw the great pewter dish with the Penn arms , a gift from that family , on which the fish were offered .