one o’clock in the morning
thought the rector . `` If I could only find some one to help me in this miserable place ! '' At the moment when the aspiration crossed his mind , it was suddenly answered by a low knock at the door , and a voice said softly in the passage outside , `` Let me come in . '' After an instant 's pause to steady his nerves , Mr. Brock opened the door , and found himself , at one o'clock in the morning , standing face to face on the threshold of his own bedroom with Ozias Midwinter . `` Are you ill ? '' asked the rector , as soon as his astonishment would allow him to speak . `` I have come here to make a clean breast of it ! ''