seven o’clock
` A letter for your honour , ' said the servant , entering with a very informal-looking note on coarse paper , and fastened with a wafer . ` The gossoon , sir , is waiting for an answer ; he run every mile from Moate . ' ` Read it , Kitty , ' said the old man , not heeding the servant 's comment . ` It is dated `` Moate Jail , seven o'clock , ''' said Kitty , as she read : ``` Dear Sir , -- I have got into a stupid scrape , and have been committed to jail . Will you come , or send some one to bail me out . The thing is a mere trifle , but the ` being locked up ' is very hard to bear . -- Yours always , G. O'Shea .