3 a.m.
My last waking thought was , `` I wish my mother could see me now ! '' Boggley slept in the refreshment-room . Autolycus had gone to the stationmaster and demanded a bed for `` a first-class Commissioner Sahib , '' and , so far does impudence carry one , got it . I was awakened at 3 a.m. , and the aged crone helped me to pack up my bedding . I gave her a rupee , which afterwards I regretted when Autolycus pointed out she had stolen a sheet . We crossed the Ganges in the grey dawn , a clammy fog shrouding everything . Nothing was visible but a stretch of wan water , and one or two natives near the bank bathing in the holy river .