three o’clock
She came over and looked at me . I very slightly opened the corner of one eye and saw by the expression of her face that she did not believe I was really asleep . I prepared for the final struggle by gripping the bedclothes tightly with both hands and poking my feet between the bars at the bottom of the bed . At three o'clock she had me seated in the armchair , clothed in my dressing gown , with a rug wrapped round my legs . I was tingling with suppressed rage and flushed with a feeling of degradation . I intended , as soon as I regained my self control , to say some really nasty things to her . Before I had made up my mind which of several possible remarks she would dislike most , Titherington came into the room .