five in the morning
The terrors of that silent house in Porchester Terrace remained only too fresh within my memory . That night I spent in a wild fever of excitement . No sleep came to my eyes , and I think Browning -- to whom I said nothing -- believed that I had taken leave of my senses . The faithful old servant did not retire , for at five in the morning I found him seated dozing in a chair outside in the hall , tired out by the watchful vigil he had kept over me . I tried in vain to decide what to do . I wanted to find Sylvia , to induce her to reveal the truth to me , and to allay her fear of my reproaches . I loved her ; aye , no man in all the world ever loved a woman better .