nine o'clock
Miss O'Kelly sank so low that her skirts made what children call `` a cheese '' on the white deck . `` Your imminence , '' she said , slowly rising , `` sure this is the proud day for Nora , the Tara , and meself . '' `` And for me , also , '' said the cardinal . `` From now until nine o'clock I shall air my English speech , and I shall have two amiable and friendly critics to correct my mistakes . '' `` Ah , your imminence , '' laughed Miss O'Kelly , `` I do n't speak English . I speak County Clare . '' `` County Clare ! ''