five
in the morning
... I should have died for him ! ... they would pull caps for him ! ... '' and the like fooleries ; which , however , was throwing oil on a fire I was sorely put to it to smother the blaze of . The fluctuations of my mind , the whole day , produced one good effect : which was , that , through mere fatigue , I slept tolerably well till five in the morning , when I got up , and having dressed myself , waited , under the double tortures of fear and impatience , for the appointed hour . It came at last , the dear , critical , dangerous hour came ; and now , supported only by the courage love lent me , I ventured , a tip-toe , down stairs , leaving my box behind , for fear of being surprized with it in going out . I got to the street door , the key whereof was always laid on the chair by our bed side , in trust with Phoebe , who having not the least suspicion of my entertaining any design to go from them -LRB- nor , indeed , had I , but the day before -RRB- , made no reserve or concealment of it from me . I opened the door with great ease ; love , that emboldened , protected me too : and now , got safe into the street , I saw my new guardian angel waiting at a coach door , ready open .