nine o'clock
`` He made light , and saw that it was good , '' as is elsewhere written . * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Brrroum ! He shook off the recollections of his dream as a wet dog shakes off drops of water . The famous London chronometer told him that it was nine o'clock . A cup of chocolate , served by Gothon , helped not a little to untangle his ideas . On proceeding with his toilet , in a very bright , cheerful and convenient dressing-room , he reconciled himself to the realities of life . `` Everything considered , '' he said to himself , combing out his yellow beard , `` nothing but happiness has come to me .