eleven o’clock
We are both undone , and what better are we for our being reconciled together , seeing we have nothing to live on ? '' We proposed a great many things , but nothing could offer where there was nothing to begin with . He begged me at last to talk no more of it , for , he said , I would break his heart ; so we talked of other things a little , till at last he took a husband 's leave of me , and so we went to sleep . He rose before me in the morning ; and indeed , having lain awake almost all night , I was very sleepy , and lay till near eleven o'clock . In this time he took his horses and three servants , and all his linen and baggage , and away he went , leaving a short but moving letter for me on the table , as follows : -- `` MY DEAR -- I am a dog ; I have abused you ; but I have been drawn into do it by a base creature , contrary to my principle and the general practice of my life . Forgive me , my dear ! I ask your pardon with the greatest sincerity ; I am the most miserable of men , in having deluded you .