nine o'clock
I 'm not well ... I 'm getting worse all the time . The doctors do n't make out what is the matter ... I do n't sleep ... I worry ... I forget things , I take no interest in life ... the doctors intimate a nervous breakdown ahead of me ... and yet I rest ... I rest ... more than I can afford to ! I never go out . Every evening I 'm in bed by nine o'clock . I take no part in college life beyond my work , for fear of the nervous strain . I 've refused to take charge of that summer-school in New York , you know , that would be such an opportunity for me ... if I could only sleep ! But though I never do anything exciting in the evening ... heavens !