ten o'clock
I would take my rod and plenty of books , would live simply and frugally , and it should make a new man of me by Christmas . It was now October . I went to sleep thinking of autumn tints against an autumn sunset . It must have been very early , certainly not later than ten o'clock ; the previous night I had not slept at all . Now , this private hotel of mine was a very old fashioned house , dark and dingy all day long , with heavy old chandeliers and black old oak , and dead flowers in broken flower-pots surrounding a grimy grass-plot in the rear . On this latter my bedroom window looked ; and never am I likely to forget the vile music of the cats throughout my first long wakeful night there . The second night they actually woke me ; doubtless they had been busy long enough , but it was all of a sudden that I heard them , and lay listening for more , wide awake in an instant .