nine o'clock
-- they 'd burst . And such a handsome man , too ! She sank , at length , into unconsciousness , amid a soft confusion of glistening white satin -- favors -- bridesmaids -- Mrs. Tittlebat Tit -- Tit -- Tit -- Tit -- mouse . Titmouse , about half-past nine o'clock on the ensuing morning , was sitting in his little room in a somewhat troubled humor , musing on many things , and little imagining the intense interest he had excited in the feelings of the amiable occupants of Satin Lodge , when a knock at his door startled him out of his revery . Guess his amazement to see , on opening it , Mr. Tag-rag ! `` Your most obedient , sir , '' commenced that gentleman , in a subdued and obsequious manner , plucking off his hat the instant that he saw Titmouse . `` I hope you 're better , sir !