eleven o'clock before
Sometimes his mind would rise into a state of vigorous activity , with the internal consciousness of a power to do any thing . But , alas -- it was strength without skill -- intellectual power without the knowledge to direct it aright . Late on the next morning he arose from a pillow that had been blessed with but little sleep , and that unrefreshing . It was past eleven o'clock before Adelaide had breakfast on the table . This over , she , without even dressing Anna or arranging her own person sat down to her novel , while he gave himself to the most gloomy and desponding reflections . He feared to go out lest the first man he should meet , should prove an officer with an execution upon his person . About one o'clock , sick and weary of such a comfortless home , he went out , glad of any change .