the hour of two
How it coaxes and pets one , cheats and ruins one ! And so that appalling pile of closely-written manuscript is Mortimer 's romance ? Wasted hours and wasted thought -- who would buy or read it ? A down-town clock strikes the hour of two so gently , that it sounds like the tinkling of sheep-bells coming through the misty twilight air from the green meadows . With which felicitous simile we will give our hero a little sleep , after having kept him up two hours after midnight . Slumber touches his eyelids gently ; but Daisy lies awake for hours ; at last , falling into a trouble sleep , she dreams that she is an heiress . Oh , Daisy Snarle !