ten o'clock
`` I trust I 'll be more successful some day than the Indian lover was . '' Lizzie trembled , and turning her eyes upon a vase of wild-flowers that adorned the simple table , replied confusedly , `` Poor Wenona ! hers was a sad fate . '' `` To-morrow , at ten o'clock , the stage-coach leaves . I can see you a while in the morning , can I ? So I 'll bid you good night , '' and George Marshall arose and extended his hand . `` Good night ! ''