five o'clock
As it was , he became , for the present , the apple of their eye . Strange ! Louis Moore was permitted to come -- to sit down on the edge of the bed and lean over the pillow ; to hold his brother 's hand , and press his pale forehead with his fraternal lips ; and Mrs. Yorke bore it well . She suffered him to stay half the day there ; she once suffered him to sit up all night in the chamber ; she rose herself at five o'clock of a wet November morning , and with her own hands lit the kitchen fire , and made the brothers a breakfast , and served it to them herself . Majestically arrayed in a boundless flannel wrapper , a shawl , and her nightcap , she sat and watched them eat , as complacently as a hen beholds her chickens feed . Yet she gave the cook warning that day for venturing to make and carry up to Mr. Moore a basin of sago-gruel ; and the housemaid lost her favour because , when Mr. Louis was departing , she brought him his surtout aired from the kitchen , and , like a `` forward piece '' as she was , helped him on with it , and accepted in return a smile , a `` Thank you , my girl , '' and a shilling . Two ladies called one day , pale and anxious , and begged earnestly , humbly , to be allowed to see Mr. Moore one instant .