six in the morning
And now to tell of Mr. Hoopdriver , rising with the sun , vigilant , active , wonderful , the practicable half of the lead-framed window stuck open , ears alert , an eye flickering incessantly in the corner panes , in oblique glances at the Angel front . Mrs. Wardor wanted him to have his breakfast downstairs in her kitchen , but that would have meant abandoning the watch , and he held out strongly . The bicycle , cap-a-pie , occupied , under protest , a strategic position in the shop . He was expectant by six in the morning . By nine horrible fears oppressed him that his quest had escaped him , and he had to reconnoitre the Angel yard in order to satisfy himself . There he found the ostler -LRB- How are the mighty fallen in these decadent days ! -RRB- brushing down the bicycles of the chase , and he returned relieved to Mrs. Wardor 's premises .