about eight o'clock in the morning
The words were the old words , but the tone and manner was so different : no shouting , no anger : all was spoken low and gently , and with a sort of sad and weary and worn-out air . He ordered a kettle of hot water and a quantity of mustard , and made his preparations for the hot fit , as he called it , maintaining the intermittent and febrile character of all disease . The patient rambled a good deal , but quite incoherently , and knew nobody . But about eight o'clock in the morning he was quite quiet and apparently sleeping : so Mrs. Dodd stole out of the room to order some coffee for Sampson and Edward . They were nodding , worn out with watching . Julia , whose high-strung nature could dispense with sleep on such an occasion , was on her knees praying for her father . Suddenly there came from the bed , like a thunder-clap , two words uttered loud and furiously -- `` HARDIE !