one o'clock
He felt unutterably lonely . He wished Mrs. Lee had asked him home to dinner ; but Mrs. Lee had gone to bed with a headache . He should not see her again for a week . Then his mind turned back upon their morning at Mount Vernon , and bethinking himself of Mrs. Sam Baker , he took a sheet of note-paper , and wrote a line to Wilson Keen , Esq. , at Georgetown , requesting him to call , if possible , the next morning towards one o'clock at the Senator 's rooms on a matter of business . Wilson Keen was chief of the Secret Service Bureau in the Treasury Department , and , as the depositary of all secrets , was often called upon for assistance which he was very good-natured in furnishing to senators , especially if they were likely to be Secretaries of the Treasury . This note despatched , Mr. Ratcliffe fell back into his reflective mood , which led him apparently into still lower depths of discontent until , with a muttered oath , he swore he could `` stand no more of this , '' and , suddenly rising , he informed his visitors that he was sorry to leave them , but he felt rather poorly and was going to bed ; and to bed he went , while his guests departed , each as his business or desires might point him , some to drink whiskey and some to repose . On Sunday morning Mr. Ratcliffe , as usual , went to church .