One o'clock
Trust me , they may . In the moral warfare which you are to wage -- and , indeed , in the whole conduct of your lives -- you can not choose a better example than myself , who have never permitted the dust and sultry atmosphere , the turbulence and manifold disquietudes , of the world around me to reach that deep , calm well of purity which may be called my soul . And whenever I pour out that soul , it is to cool earth 's fever or cleanse its stains . One o'clock ! Nay , then , if the dinner-bell begins to speak , I may as well hold my peace . Here comes a pretty young girl of my acquaintance with a large stone pitcher for me to fill . May she draw a husband while drawing her water , as Rachel did of old !