nine o'clock
When done with we threw them away . We might have been tracked through the country , like the hares in a paper chase , by the trail of literature we left behind us . In spite of his unmethodical temperament Paragot made one fixed rule for my habits . In towns and larger villages , I went to bed at nine o'clock . What he did with himself by way of amusement in the evenings I never knew . Nor did it occur to me to conjecture . Healthily tired after a happy day I was only too glad to crawl to whatever queer resting place chance provided , and to sleep the sound sleep of boyhood .