ten o'clock
`` I wonder at your impertinence , '' said Troy , moving on . `` Now look here , '' said Boldwood , standing in front of him , `` wonder or not , you are going to hold a conversation with me . '' Troy heard the dull determination in Boldwood 's voice , looked at his stalwart frame , then at the thick cudgel he carried in his hand . He remembered it was past ten o'clock . It seemed worth while to be civil to Boldwood . `` Very well , I 'll listen with pleasure , '' said Troy , placing his bag on the ground , `` only speak low , for somebody or other may overhear us in the farmhouse there . '' `` Well then -- I know a good deal concerning your Fanny Robin 's attachment to you .