nearly ten o'clock
July 19 . It is just half-past ten , my Constance ; the two old ladies have gone to bed . I am getting on very well , on the whole , although I had the misfortune to keep them waiting three-quarters of an hour for breakfast this morning . It was so beautiful out of doors , and I was so happy roaming in field and wood , -- happy with the happiness sunshine can lay atop of the greatest sorrow , -- that I stayed out till nearly ten o'clock . I had taken some milk and bread in the kitchen before starting , not realising that breakfast here is a solemn meal . Poor old souls ! they were too polite to begin without me , and I found them positively drooping with hunger .