six o'clock
Blind with sleep and fury I went to the passage window , and thence desired the sweep to go to the devil . It availed me little . For the remainder of the night I could hear him pacing round the house , trying the windows , banging at the doors , and calling upon Peter Cadogan as the priests of Baal called upon their god . At six o'clock I had fallen into a troubled doze , when Mrs. Cadogan knocked at my door and imparted the information that the sweep had arrived . My answer need not be recorded , but in spite of it the door opened , and my housekeeper , in a weird _ déshabille _ , effectively lighted by the orange beams of her candle , entered my room . `` God forgive me , I never seen one I 'd hate as much as that sweep ! '' she began ; `` he 's these three hours -- arrah , what , three hours !