nine o'clock in the morning
said Whistlewick , filling his own . `` Now , that was the last that ever was heard of his money , '' resumed Carmaignac . `` You shall hear about himself . The night after this financial operation he was seized with a poetic frenzy : he sent for the then landlord of this house , and told him that he long meditated an epic , and meant to commence that night , and that he was on no account to be disturbed until nine o'clock in the morning . He had two pairs of wax candles , a little cold supper on a side-table , his desk open , paper enough upon it to contain the entire Henriade , and a proportionate store of pens and ink . `` Seated at this desk he was seen by the waiter who brought him a cup of coffee at nine o'clock , at which time the intruder said he was writing fast enough to set fire to the paper -- that was his phrase ; he did not look up , he appeared too much engrossed . But when the waiter came back , half an hour afterwards , the door was locked ; and the poet , from within , answered that he must not be disturbed .