ten in the morning
She was going , then ! She was going ! It was inevitable now . `` The boat leaves the Clyde at ten in the morning , '' she said , resuming possession of the paper , `` so we must go to Glasgow on Friday , and stop the night at an hotel . '' `` We ? '' he murmured , aghast . `` Well , '' she said , `` you surely wo n't let me travel to Glasgow all alone , will you ? ''