seven o'clock
He looked at the grub half ashamed and made a wry face . Josephs caught his look and answered it . `` It is as much as I shall want , '' said he very calmly , and he smiled at Hodges as he spoke , a sweet and tender but dogged smile ; a smile to live in a man 's memory for years . The door was closed with a loud snap , and Josephs was left to face the long night -LRB- it was now seven o'clock -RRB- in his wet clothes , which smoked with the warmth his late bed had begun to cherish ; but they soon ceased to smoke as the boy froze . Night advanced . Josephs walked about his little cell , his teeth chattering , then flung himself like a dead log on the floor , and finding Hawes 's spirit in the cold , hard stone , rose and crawled shivering to and fro again . Meantime we were all in our nice soft beds ; such as found three blankets too little added a dressing-gown of flannel , or print lined with wadding or fleecy hosiery , and so made shift .