half past six in the morning
` This is a good bed , ' he said . ` And the sheets are very fresh . ' He lay for a little while with his head bending forwards , looking from his pillow out at the stars , then he went to sleep . At half past six in the morning he suddenly opened his eyes . ` What is it ? ' he asked , and almost without interruption answered : ` Well , I 've got to go through it . ' His sleep had shaped him perfect premonition , which , like a dream , he forgot when he awoke .