about eight o'clock in the morning
At last my eyes fell upon a small row of tea-cups seemingly of china , which stood on a mantelpiece exactly fronting the bottom of the bed . The sight of these objects , I know not why , soothed and pacified me ; I kept my eyes fixed upon them , as I lay on my back on the bed , with my head upon the pillow , till at last I fell into a calm and refreshing sleep . The Morning after a Fall -- The Teapot -- Unpretending Hospitality -- The Chinese Student . It might be about eight o'clock in the morning when I was awakened by the entrance of the old man . `` How have you rested ? '' said he , coming up to the bedside , and looking me in the face . `` Well , '' said I , `` and I feel much better , but I am still very sore . ''