About one o'clock
It was past eleven o'clock before Adelaide had breakfast on the table . This over , she , without even dressing Anna or arranging her own person sat down to her novel , while he gave himself to the most gloomy and desponding reflections . He feared to go out lest the first man he should meet , should prove an officer with an execution upon his person . About one o'clock , sick and weary of such a comfortless home , he went out , glad of any change . Ten steps from his own door , he was met by a constable who conveyed him to prison . Several hours passed before his crushed feelings were aroused sufficiently to cause him even to think of any means of extrication . When his mind did act , it was with clearness , vigor , and decision .