about four o'clock in the morning
It was all so different , you see , to what I had been doing all my life , particularly for the year before , and it almost seemed as if I could n't be the man who had been going into the City every day in the morning and coming back from it every evening after writing a lot of uninteresting letters . It was like being pitched all of a sudden from one world into another . Well , I found my way back somehow or other , and as I went along I made up my mind how I 'd spend my holiday . I said to myself , `` I 'll have a walking tour as well as Ferrars , only mine is to be a tour of London and its environs , '' and I had got it all settled when I let myself into the house about four o'clock in the morning , and the sun was shining , and the street almost as still as the wood at midnight ! ' ` I think that was a capital idea of yours . Did you have your tour ? Did you buy a map of London ? '