three o’clock in the morning
If I survive you , I have neither care nor fear . '' In the following spring a vexatious incident occurred in Warwick Street . The highly-considered county member , who was the yearly tenant of Mr. Rodney 's first floor , and had been always a valuable patron , suddenly died . An adjourned debate , a tough beefsteak , a select committee still harder , and an influenza caught at three o'clock in the morning in an imprudent but irresistible walk home with a confidential Lord of the Treasury , had combined very sensibly to affect the income of Mr. Rodney . At first he was sanguine that such a desirable dwelling would soon find a suitable inhabitant , especially as Mr. Waldershare assured him that he would mention the matter to all his friends . But time rolled on , and the rooms were still vacant ; and the fastidious Rodneys , who at first would only listen to a yearly tenant , began to reduce their expectations . Matters had arrived at such a pass in May , that , for the first time in their experience , they actually condescended to hoist an announcement of furnished apartments .