ten o'clock
Without Mr. Soulter he felt defenceless before the ordeal of the Opening , and he wished that he might fly back to London instantly . Nevertheless the contact of the cool , clean sheets was exquisite , and he went to sleep at once , just as he was realizing the extremity of his fatigue . He did not have his sleep out . Despite the menace of death , a courageous creature heavily knocked at his door at ten o'clock and entered . It was a page-boy with a telegram . George opened the envelope resentfully . `` No answer . ''