morning, one P.M.
But such was now absolutely the fact . Having talked about `` dear Sarah , '' he found that even he would have a difficulty in bringing himself to the utterance of `` dear Mary . '' He went to bed , however , that night with the comfortable reflection that any such nonsense would be dissipated by the morning . But when the morning came -- his morning , one P.M. -- his feeling he found was the same . He could not see Miss Baker that day . He was disgusted and disappointed with himself . He had flattered himself that he was gifted with greater firmness ; and now that he found himself so wanting in strength of character , he fretted and fumed , as men will do , even at their own faults .