nine o'clock
`` I am Oberon , slumbering on tepid roses in the garden whence I take my name , '' purred our divine , mixing a creed or two . `` Well , you must come out of this paradise for the present . '' `` You would n't be such a monster as to propose it . '' Spite of his remonstances , he was unpacked , rubbed dry , and returned to his own bed , where he slept placidly till nine o'clock . The next day fresh applications of wet cloths to the stomach , and in the evening one of the doctor 's myrmidons arrived from Malvern . The doctor gave him full and particular instructions . The next morning Mr. Eden was packed again .