six o'clock
I had a very bad night . It can not have been owing to the turkey or the beef , -- and the Wassail is out of the question -- but in every endeavour that I made to get to sleep I failed most dismally . I was never asleep ; and in whatsoever unreasonable direction my mind rambled , the effigy of Master Richard Watts perpetually embarrassed it . In a word , I only got out of the Worshipful Master Richard Watts 's way by getting out of bed in the dark at six o'clock , and tumbling , as my custom is , into all the cold water that could be accumulated for the purpose . The outer air was dull and cold enough in the street , when I came down there ; and the one candle in our supper-room at Watts 's Charity looked as pale in the burning as if it had had a bad night too . But my Travellers had all slept soundly , and they took to the hot coffee , and the piles of bread-and-butter , which Ben had arranged like deals in a timber-yard , as kindly as I could desire . While it was yet scarcely daylight , we all came out into the street together , and there shook hands .