about two o'clock
I was the barren fig tree , fit only to be cut down . May I escape the fire ! Such were my surroundings and disposition when Father Letheby came . It must have been about two o'clock on Sunday morning , when the house bell was pulled violently and a rapid series of fierce , sharp knocks woke up the house . What priest does not know that tocsin of the night , and the start from peaceful slumbers ? I heard the housekeeper wake up Father Letheby ; and in a short time I heard him go down stairs . Then there was the usual hurried colloquy at the hall door , then the retreating noises of galloping feet .