one o’clock
Before I left I looked into Fleete 's room , and saw him lying on his right side , scratching his left breast . Then . I went to bed cold , depressed , and unhappy , at seven o'clock in the morning . At one o'clock I rode over to Strickland 's house to inquire after Fleete 's head . I imagined that it would be a sore one . Fleete was breakfasting and seemed unwell . His temper was gone , for he was abusing the cook for not supplying him with an underdone chop .