five o'clock
Squire Rick Voisey werr a dandy ; an ' Mistress Voisey -- well , she werr a nice lady tu , but '' -- rolling the stem of his pipe from corner to corner of his mouth -- `` she werr a pra-aper vixen . '' Hopgood 's a good fellow , and I believe as soft as he looks hard , but he 's not quite the sort with whom one chooses to talk over a matter like this . I went upstairs , and began to pack , but after a bit dropped it for a book , and somehow or other fell asleep . I woke , and looked at my watch ; it was five o'clock . I had been asleep four hours . A single sunbeam was slanting across from one of my windows to the other , and there was the cool sound of milk dropping into pails ; then , all at once , a stir as of alarm , and heavy footsteps . I opened my door .