six
o’clock in the morning
* * * * * She crossed the room and fell upon her knees beside the bed . It was very early , very dark , very cheerless , that most miserable hour of six o'clock in the morning , the very worst hour ever known in which to be routed out of bed in order that an unpleasant journey may be begun . Without , it was faintly light ; within , it was brightly gas . What is less cheerful than the aspect given a room by the gas burning high at six o'clock in the morning ? Rosina 's room looked absolutely ghastly , for it was bare of everything but travelling apparatus , and they were all strapped and waiting . She herself sat before her untouched breakfast tray and watched Ottillie lace her boots , while she dismally went over for the two hundred and seventy-sixth time every detail of the night before the last . There was a tap at the door and Jack came in .