about eight o'clock in the morning
For some time I felt uneasy and anxious , my spirits being in a strange fluttering state . At last my eyes fell upon a small row of tea-cups , seemingly of china , which stood on a mantelpiece exactly fronting the bottom of the bed . The sight of these objects , I know not why , soothed and pacified me ; I kept my eyes fixed upon them , as I lay on my back on the bed , with my head upon the pillow , till at last I fell into a calm and refreshing sleep . It might be about eight o'clock in the morning when I was awakened by the entrance of the old man . ` How have you rested ? ' said he , coming up to the bedside , and looking me in the face . ` Well , ' said I , ` and I feel much better , but I am still very sore . '