One
o’clock
cried the leader . `` Try ! '' ` It was in vain to go behind the slumber 's chair and shake him . One o'clock sounded , and I was present to the elder man , and he stood transfixed before me . ` To him alone , I was obliged to relate my story , without hope of benefit . To him alone , I was an awful phantom making a quite useless confession . I foresee it will ever be the same .