five o'clock
Jim would not go to bed ; he kept up the most determined struggle with sleep , subduer of mortals . His wife came down now and then , and was angry with him for his useless obstinacy , so plain it was that he could scarcely hold up his great thick head . There was nothing good to report of the patient ; he had not recovered consciousness . At five o'clock , when , in spite of fire and lamp , the little kitchen looked haggard , Mrs. Poole entered hurriedly . ` Do you think the doctor ` ud come , Luke , if you went for him ? He ca n't get breath . Lydia does want the doctor fetching . '