three
o'clock
Some miracle had made me whole . I raised myself up . I re-examined my body . All around me was hushed , till a voice from the pavement below proclaimed that it was `` past three o'clock . '' `` What ! '' said I ; `` has all this miserable pageantry , this midnight wandering , and this ominous interview , been no more than -- _ a dream _ ? '' It may be proper to mention , in explanation of this scene , and to show the thorough perturbation of my mind during this night , intelligence gained some days after from Eliza .