Seven o’clock
That gentleman was fast asleep ; the restoration was soon made . The stranger was extremely jocose ; and Mr. Tracy Tupman , being quite bewildered with wine , negus , lights , and ladies , thought the whole affair was an exquisite joke . His new friend departed ; and , after experiencing some slight difficulty in finding the orifice in his nightcap , originally intended for the reception of his head , and finally overturning his candlestick in his struggles to put it on , Mr. Tracy Tupman managed to get into bed by a series of complicated evolutions , and shortly afterwards sank into repose . Seven o'clock had hardly ceased striking on the following morning , when Mr. Pickwick 's comprehensive mind was aroused from the state of unconsciousness , in which slumber had plunged it , by a loud knocking at his chamber door . ` Who 's there ? ' said Mr. Pickwick , starting up in bed . ` Boots , sir . '