about two o'clock
He stood looking into the fire , and although I 'm not fond of men , knowing , as I have explained , a great deal about their stomachs and livers and very little about their hearts , there was something about Mr. Pierce that made me want to go up and pat him on the head like a little boy . `` After all , '' he said , `` what 's blue blood to good red blood ? '' Which was almost what the bishop had said ! Mr. Moody took indigestion that night -- not but that he always had it , but this was worse -- and Mrs. Moody came to my room about two o'clock and knocked at the door . `` You 'd better come , '' she said . `` There 's no doctor , and he 's awful bad . Blames you , too ; he says you made him take a salt rub . ''