ten o'clock
she broke the measure with a despairing cry and struggled to get from my arms , as another voice , far away but familiar , began to call my name . Then slowly my eyes opened and beheld Bilkins looking down at me , in my own stateroom , where my clothes were lying as I had thrown them off the night before . `` I 've called you twice , sir , '' he was saying . `` It 's almost ten o'clock , and I 'm afraid your bath is cold . '' `` I want it cold , '' I murmured , staring up at him . `` God , Bilkins , I 've had a most extraordinary dream ! '' `` If it 's bad do n't tell it before breakfast , sir , whatever you do !