five in the morning
On this last evening , I dressed my self out in my new clothes for their delight , and sat in my splendor until bedtime . We had a hot supper on the occasion , graced by the inevitable roast fowl , and we had some flip to finish with . We were all very low , and none the higher for pretending to be in spirits . I was to leave our village at five in the morning , carrying my little hand-portmanteau , and I had told Joe that I wished to walk away all alone . I am afraid -- sore afraid -- that this purpose originated in my sense of the contrast there would be between me and Joe , if we went to the coach together . I had pretended with myself that there was nothing of this taint in the arrangement ; but when I went up to my little room on this last night , I felt compelled to admit that it might be so , and had an impulse upon me to go down again and entreat Joe to walk with me in the morning . I did not .