about nine o'clock
`` Pooh ! '' the stranger said , carelessly , and thrusting out his lower lip in disdain , `` less than nothing , a trifle . '' `` And how long will you require to finish my fortress as it stands on the parchment ? '' `` Wait , '' the other said , calculating on his fingers , and scratching his forehead like a man who is seeking the solution of a difficult problem ; `` it is about nine o'clock , I think ? '' `` About , '' the Count said , not at all understanding the stranger 's meaning . `` Well ! By sunrise all will be ready , and you can take possession of your new residence . ''