six o'clock
And I expected something from Him , even in my worst of times , knowing that I had done my best . This is not edifying talk -- as our Nonconformist parson says , when he can get no more to drink -- therefore let me only tell what became of Lorna . One day , I was sitting in my bedroom , for I could not get downstairs , and there was no one strong enough to carry me , even if I would have allowed it . Though it cost me sore trouble and weariness , I had put on all my Sunday clothes , out of respect for the doctor , who was coming to bleed me again -LRB- as he always did twice a week -RRB- ; and it struck me that he had seemed hurt in his mind , because I wore my worst clothes to be bled in -- for lie in bed I would not , after six o'clock ; and even that was great laziness . I looked at my right hand , whose grasp had been like that of a blacksmith 's vice ; and it seemed to myself impossible that this could be John Ridd 's . The great frame of the hand was there , as well as the muscles , standing forth like the guttering of a candle , and the broad blue veins , going up the back , and crossing every finger . But as for colour , even Lorna 's could scarcely have been whiter ; and as for strength , little Ensie Doone might have come and held it fast .