nine
o'clock
What my uncle told me , and what he refused to tell me , taken in connection with his conduct , his mode of life , and his misanthropic habits , convinced me that there was something wrong . I intended to ascertain what it was ; and I was fully resolved , whether it was right or wrong , to explore the library in search of any letters , legal documents , or other papers which would throw some light on the mystery , now becoming painfully oppressive to me . It was my duty , as a son , to assure myself that my mother , in her helplessness , was kindly cared for . I went to sleep at last ; and I did not wake the next morning till nine o'clock , which was my uncle 's usual breakfast hour . I took my morning meal with him ; but he did not speak a single word . After breakfast I went down to the boat-house . I missed the Splash very much indeed ; for I wanted to take her , and sail away to some remote part of the lake , and consider what I should do .