Seven o’clock
Well ! I say it again and again and again -- I do n't care ! Here I stop , if I sell the clothes off my back , if I hire myself at the public-house to play to the brutes in the tap-room ; here I stop till the time comes , and I see the way to parting Armadale and Miss Milroy forever ! '' `` Seven o'clock . -- Any signs that the time is coming yet ? I hardly know ; there are signs of a change , at any rate , in my position in the neighborhood . `` Two of the oldest and ugliest of the many old and ugly ladies who took up my case when I left Major Milroy 's service have just called , announcing themselves , with the insufferable impudence of charitable Englishwomen , as a deputation from my patronesses .