nine o'clock at night
`` So I am compelled to believe that our good Martin must have been misinformed , and am dismissing the matter from my mind . Trusting you will dismiss it from your mind also , `` Yours in Xt. , `` D.D. '' _ I could not do as Father Dan advised , being now enmeshed in the threads of innumerable impulses unknown to myself , and therefore firmly convinced that Martin 's story was not only true , but a part of the whole sordid business whereby a husband was being bought for me . With this thought I went about all day , asking myself what I could do even yet , but finding no answer until nine o'clock at night , when , immediately after supper -LRB- we lived country fashion -RRB- , Aunt Bridget said : `` Now then , off to bed , girls . Everybody must be stirring early in the morning . '' And then I slipped upstairs to my room , and replied to Father Dan . Never had I written such a letter before .