ten o'clock at night
`` Some are made for work and some are n't , I suppose , '' that gentleman said , with a side glance at Bessie 's white hands . `` I 'm one of the workers . I do n't mind tackling your nutmegs after I 've finished my lemons , if you 'll say the word , Miss Bessie . '' `` Mama , I wonder what Mr. Boult would say if he came in now and found me working like a slave at ten o'clock at night ? '' `` Nothing complimentary , dear , I fear . '' `` Horrid , rude man ! Yesterday afternoon he found me sitting over the fire reading .