About nine o'clock
`` What time is it now , Barty ? '' asked the invalid , with a deep sigh , as she awoke from a troubled slumber , into which she had fallen after the doctor 's departure . `` Why , do n't know exactly , mistress , '' answered Bart , rousing himself from the dreamy abstraction in which he had been indulging , as he sat looking into the decaying fire -- `` do n't know , exactly ; but it has got a considerable piece into the night . About nine o'clock , guess ; may be more . '' `` Nine o'clock at night , and Harry not yet returned ! '' sighed the invalid . `` Well , well , I will complain no more . ''