one o’clock
`` And you might , '' she suggested grimly , `` gargle your throat . '' The Chancellor had passed a troubled night . Being old , like the King , he required little sleep . And for most of the time between one o'clock and his rising hour of five he had lain in his narrow camp-bed and thought . He had not confided all his worries to the King . Evidences of renewed activity on the part of the Terrorists were many . In the past month two of his best secret agents had disappeared .