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`` That I can not tell , '' answered she ; `` his name is McCloskey . '' `` I do n't know anything about him . Could n't tell who he is unless I go all over the books to-night . We do n't know people by their names here ; come in the morning -- ten o'clock , and do n't never ring that bell again , '' concluded he , sharply , `` unless you want a stretcher : ringing the bell , and no accident ; '' and grumbling at being disturbed for nothing , he abruptly closed the door in Lizzie 's face . Anxious and discomfited , she wandered back to her hotel ; and after drinking a weak cup of tea , locked her room-door , and retired to bed . There she lay , tossing from side to side -- she could not sleep -- her anxiety respecting her father 's safety ; her fears , lest in the delirium of fever McCloskey should discover their secret , kept her awake far into the night , and the city clocks struck two ere she fell asleep . When she awoke in the morning the sun was shining brightly into her room ; for a few moments she could not realize where she was ; but the events of the past night soon came freshly to her ; looking at her watch , she remembered that she was to go to the hospital at ten , and it was already half-past nine ; her wakefulness the previous night having caused her to sleep much later than her usual hour .