nine
o’clock
I would rest in the quiet of Nyo and think . '' The next thing that I remember was the voice of Bastin , saying : `` If you do n't mind , Arbuthnot , I wish that you would get up . The Glittering Lady -LRB- he still called her that -RRB- is coming here to have a talk with me which I should prefer to be private . Excuse me for disturbing you , but you have overslept yourself ; indeed , I think it must be nine o'clock , so far as I can judge by the sun , for my watch is very erratic now , ever since Bickley tried to clean it . '' `` I am sorry , my dear fellow , '' I said sleepily , `` but do you know I thought I was in London -- in fact , I could swear that I have been there . '' `` Then , '' interrupted Bickley , who had followed Bastin into the hut , giving me that doubtful glance with which I was now familiar , `` I wish to goodness that you had brought back an evening paper with you . '' A night or two later I was again suddenly awakened to feel that Oro was approaching .