ten o'clock
By-and-by Kester came back . It seemed as though Sylvia had never stirred ; she looked eagerly at him , but did not speak . ` He went away i ' Rob Mason 's mail-cart , him as tak 's t ' letters to Hartlepool . T ' lieutenant -LRB- as they ca ' him down at t ' King 's Arms ; they 're as proud on his uniform as if it had been a new-painted sign to swing o'er their doors -RRB- , t ' lieutenant had reckoned upo ' stayin ' longer wi ' 'em ; but he went out betimes o ' Tuesday morn ' , an ' came back a ' ruffled up , an paid his bill -- paid for his breakfast , though he touched noane on it -- an ' went off i ' Rob postman 's mail-cart , as starts reg ` lar at ten o'clock . Corneys has been theere askin ' for him , an ' makin ' a piece o ' work , as he niver went near em ; and they bees cousins . Niver a one among 'em knows as he were here as far as a could mak ' out . ' ` Thank yo ' , Kester , ' said Sylvia , falling back in her chair , as if all the energy that had kept her stiff and upright was gone now that her anxiety was relieved .