six o'clock
The room was now filled with the clear light of the summer morning : the whole vision had lasted but a few seconds , but my brother knew that there was no possibility of his having been mistaken , that the mystery of the creaking chair was solved , that he had seen the man who had come evening by evening for a month past to listen to the rhythm of the _ Gagliarda _ . Terribly disturbed , he sat for some time half dreading and half expecting a return of the figure ; but all remained unchanged : he saw nothing , nor did he dare to challenge its reappearance by playing again the _ Gagliarda _ , which seemed to have so strange an attraction for it . At last , in the full sunlight of a late June morning at Oxford , he heard the steps of early pedestrians on the pavement below his windows , the cry of a milkman , and other sounds which showed the world was awake . It was after six o'clock , and going to his bedroom he flung himself on the outside of the bed for an hour 's troubled slumber . When his servant called him about eight o'clock my brother sent a note to Mr. Gaskell at New College , begging him to come round to Magdalen Hall as soon as might be in the course of the morning . His summons was at once obeyed , and Mr. Gaskell was with him before he had finished breakfast . My brother was still much agitated , and at once told him what had happened the night before , detailing the various circumstances with minuteness , and not even concealing from him the sentiments which he entertained towards Miss Constance Temple .