About five o’clock
He did not forget that he had neglected to answer a note , on philanthropic business , from Mrs. St. John Deloraine . Weary as he was , he took pleasure in replying at length , and left the letter out for his scout to post . Then , with a heavy headache , he tumbled into bed , where , for that matter , he went on tumbling and tossing during the greater part of the night . About five o'clock he fell into a sleep full of dreams , only to be awakened , at six , by the steam-whooper , or `` devil , '' a sweet boon with which his philanthropy had helped to endow the reluctant and even recalcitrant University of Oxford . `` Instead of becoming human , I have only become humanitarian , '' Maitland seemed to hear his own thoughts whispering to himself in a night-mare . Through the slowly broadening winter dawn , in snatches of sleep that lasted , or seemed to last , five minutes at a time , Maitland felt the thought repeating itself , like some haunting refrain , with a feverish iteration . CHAPTER VII .