seven o’clock
No more , -- You know it , for it is , and will be eternally _ Sylvia _ ' . . POSTSCRIPT . _ Remember , my adorable , it is now seven o'clock : I have my watch in my hand , waiting and looking on the slow pac 'd minutes . Eight will quickly arrive , I hope , and then it is dark enough to hide me ; think where I am , and who I am , waiting near _ Sylvia , and her Philander . _ I think , my dear angel , you have the other key of these tablets , if not , they are easily broke open : you have an hour good to write in , _ Sylvia _ and I shall wait unemployed by any thing but thought . Send me word how you were like to have been surpris 'd ; it may possibly be of advantage to me in this night 's dear adventure .