noon
A night of fever ; a night , when I did slumber for a few minutes , of horrid dreams -- this was what I might have expected , and this is what really happened . The fresh morning air , flowing through my open window , cooled and composed me ; the mercy of sleep found me . When I woke , and looked at my watch , I was a new man . The hour was noon . I rang my bell . The servant announced that a man was waiting to see me . `` The same man , sir , who was found in the garden , looking at your flowers . ''