six o'clock in the morning
The last time he was a letter-box , and he was simply dying of thirst and unable to move . I saved his life by pouring some champagne down the slit for the letters , on the chance . Another friend of mine who was dressed in a real suit of armour had to be lifted into the taxi , and when he arrived home he could n't get out . When he at last persuaded the cabman to carry him to his door -- it was six o'clock in the morning -- the man said , ` Oh , never mind , sir , we 've had gentlemen worse than this ! ' And the poor fellow had n't had a single drop or crumb the whole evening , because his visor was down and he could n't move his arm to lift it up . If you went as anything , Mrs. Kellynch , you ought to be a China Shepherdess . I never saw anyone so exactly like one . ''