8 P.M.
But I awoke to the chill reminder of dawn , and found myself no master even of cheerless mirth . I had supped with the _ Senatus Academicus _ of Cramond : so much my head informed me . It was Thursday , the day of the Assembly Ball . But the ball was fixed by the card for 8 P.M. , and I had , therefore , twelve mortal hours to wear through as best I could . Doubtless it was this reflection which prompted me to leap out of bed instanter and ring for Mr. Rowley and my shaving water . Mr. Rowley , it appeared , was in no such hurry . I tugged a second time at the bell-rope .