About ten o'clock
The room , it so happened , was next to mine , and the two rooms communicated by a door , which was of course closed and fastened . The emaciated child and anxious mother presented a sight that fixed itself upon my mind , and excited my liveliest sympathies . I could not get them from my thoughts . About ten o'clock that night , I took a candle and went to my room . Before undressing myself , I sat down at a table to make some entries of collections and expenses , and to think over and arrange my business for the next day . All was still , except now and then a slight movement in the next chamber , where the parents were sitting up with their sick child . `` What did you give him last ? ''