About one o'clock
He ordered more hot water , and again sat down alone to drink , and drown the remorse he was beginning to feel for what he had done -- or rather , not remorse , but the feeling of fear that every one would know how he had treated Anty , and that they would side with her against him . Whichever way he looked , all was misery and disappointment to him , and his only hope , for the present , was in drink . There he sat , for a long time , with his eyes fixed on the turf , till it was all burnt out , trying to get fresh courage from the spirits he swallowed , and swearing to himself that he would not be beat by a woman . About one o'clock he seized one of the candles , and staggered up to bed . As he passed his sister 's door , he opened it and went in . She was fast asleep ; her shoes were off , and the bed-clothes were thrown over her , but she was not undressed . He slowly shut the door , and stood , for some moments , looking at her ; then , walking to the bed , he took her shoulder , and shook it as gently as his drunkenness would let him .