three o'clock
He dived at last into the bronze casket , and brought out the little boot-heel which was the beginning of all First Causes . `` If I could but find the cheating bungler , '' thought Richard , `` who slighted that little shoe in making , I 'd pile fortune upon him for the balance of his life . And to think I owe my Dorothy to the cobbling scoundrel ! '' At three o'clock , with the soft fingers of the snow drumming drowsily against the pane , Richard went to sleep and dreamed of angels , all of whom were blue-eyed replicas of Dorothy . Richard , still in a glorified trance , was up betimes . Mr. Pickwick , who came to fawn upon him , the same being his doggish custom of a morning , found Richard tolerant but abstracted . Hurt by a lack of notice , Mr. Pickwick retired , and Matzai brought in breakfast .