six in the morning
No good angels came my way . Wait a bit , though ! One did . I was awakened at six in the morning one day by a ringing at my bell , and creeping to the angle of the stair I saw through the glass a stout gentleman in a top-hat outside . Much excited , with a thousand guesses capping one another in my head , I ran back , pulled on some clothes , rushed down , opened the door , and found myself in the grey morning light face to face with Horton . The good fellow had come down from Merton in an excursion train , and had been travelling all night . He had an umbrella under his arm , and two great straw baskets in each hand , which contained , when unpacked , a cold leg of mutton , half-a-dozen of beer , a bottle of port , and all sorts of pasties and luxuries .