six
o'clock
Nobody had called me ; I knew that , now , yet I had an uneasy impression that someone wanted me somewhere , and that something was wrong . It was stupid to let this worry me , I told myself , however ; and having lingered a few moments at the window studying the lovely pattern of frost-work lace on the glass , and the fringe of priceless pearls on branch of bush , and stunted tree , I went back to bed . There , I pulled my watch out from under my pillow , and looked at it . `` Only six o'clock , '' I yawned . `` Three good hours more of sleep . I wonder if the Boy -- '' Then I tumbled over another pleasant precipice . When I waked again , it was almost nine , and nerving myself to the inevitable , I rang for a cold bath .