six o'clock
Something seemed always to retard me : my feet were weighted with lead , invisible hands were pulling me back . I heard him whistling in the distance , then I stumbled , and a black bog engulfed me , and I woke with a stifled cry . I woke to the knowledge that the sun was streaming in at my windows , and that some sound like a falling plank had roused me from my uneasy slumbers . It must be past six o'clock , I thought ; surely the men must be at work . Yes , I could hear their voices ; and the next moment I had jumped out of bed , and was dressing myself with all possible haste . It was nearly seven when I crept down into the drawing-room to reconnoitre the adjoining house . As I unfastened the window I heard the same sweet whistling that had arrested my attention yesterday .