About nine o'clock
I returned to my chamber , read again and again , added new flowers , remembered new quotations , and inserted new satire . Enoch had told me it was fine , yet I never could think it was fine enough . Night came , but with it little inclination in me to sleep : and in the morning I was up and at work , reading , correcting and embellishing my letter before I could well distinguish a word . About nine o'clock , while I was rehearsing aloud in the very heat of oratory , two chairmen knocked at my door and interrupted my revery : they were come to take away the trunk of Turl . The thought struck me and I immediately inquired -- ` Is the gentleman himself here ? ' I was answered in the affirmative , and I requested one of the men to go and inform him that an old acquaintance was above , who would be very glad to speak a word with him . Mr. Turl came , was surprised to see me , and as I received him kindly answered me in the same tone .