ten o'clock
`` Three good hours more of sleep . I wonder if the Boy -- '' Then I tumbled over another pleasant precipice . When I waked again , it was almost nine , and nerving myself to the inevitable , I rang for a cold bath . The morning was bitterly chill , but the tingling water soon sent the blood racing through my veins , and by ten o'clock I was knocking at the Boy 's door . No answer came , and thinking that he must already be down , I was on my way across the white , frozen grass to the restaurant , when I met the muleteer coming up with Finois . `` Hallo , Joseph ! '' I exclaimed in surprise .