ten o'clock
`` Beatrice , '' wrote Hugh Fernely , `` you must tell me with your own lips that you do not love me . You must tell me yourself that every sweet hope you gave me was a false lie . I will not leave Earlescourt again without seeing you . On Thursday night , at ten o'clock , I will be at the same place -- meet me , and tell me if you want your freedom . Hugh . '' `` I shall win ! '' she cried .