one o'clock
I had peeped at him : a white cloth steeped in vinegar and water was folded round his head ; his great eyes were closed , so were his marble lips ; his figure straight , thin , and long , dressed in a white dressing-gown , looked like a corpse ` laid out ' in the bed ; his gaunt bandaged arm lay outside the sheet that covered his body . With this awful image of death we kept our vigil , until poor Milly grew so sleepy that old Wyat proposed that she should take her place and watch with me . Little as I liked the crone with the high-cauled cap , she would , at all events , keep awake , which Milly could not . And so at one o'clock this new arrangement began . ` Mr. Dudley Ruthyn is not at home ? ' I whispered to old Wyat . ` He went away wi ' himself yesternight , to Cloperton , Miss , to see the wrestling ; it was to come off this morning . '