four o'clock
10 P. M. Well , well , what a thing of straw I am ! I am coming to know myself better of late , and the more I know the lower I fall in my own estimation . Surely I was not always so weak as this . At four o'clock I should have smiled had any one told me that I should go to Miss Penclosa 's to-night , and yet , at eight , I was at Wilson 's door as usual . I do n't know how it occurred . The influence of habit , I suppose . Perhaps there is a mesmeric craze as there is an opium craze , and I am a victim to it .