ten o'clock
` Yes . ' There was a long silence . Then the door closed gently and he heard her go upstairs . When Bill woke next morning it was ten o'clock ; and his first emotion , on a day that was to be crowded with emotions of various kinds , was one of shame . The desire to do the fitting thing is innate in man , and it struck Bill , as he hurried through his toilet , that he must be a shallow , coarse-fibred sort of person , lacking in the finer feelings , not to have passed a sleepless night . There was something revolting in the thought that , in circumstances which would have made sleep an impossibility for most men , he had slept like a log . He did not do himself the justice to recollect that he had had a singularly strenuous day , and that it is Nature 's business , which she performs quietly and unromantically , to send sleep to tired men regardless of their private feelings ; and it was in a mood of dissatisfaction with the quality of his soul that he left his room .