one o'clock
No wonder poor Henry Houghton feared he would lose his bet ! `` I know you think I 'm easy meat , '' Maurice said ; `` but I 'm not . Only , '' his face was anguished , `` I 've _ got _ to be half decent . '' It was after one o'clock when the two men went upstairs , though there had been another summons over the banisters : `` Maurice ! Why do n't you come to bed ? '' When they parted at Maurice 's door , Mr. Houghton struck his ward on the shoulder and whispered , `` You 're more than half decent . I 'll bet on you ! ''