ten o'clock
`` Sydney , '' she murmured ; and though Derrick hated the name on her lips , yet it sounded the sweetest music . `` You 'll meet me to-morrow here , in the morning , Celia ? I could not wait all day . Be here at ten o'clock . '' `` I will . '' `` By that time , I shall have thought things over ; I shall be able to tell you -- Oh , dearest , must you go ? You seem to take my life with you . ''