four o’clock
It was humiliating , but it was true ; and as I admitted this to myself , my cheeks burned in the darkness , and I buried my face in the pillow . For some time I lay awake debating fiercely in my mind as to whether , when I faced young Fiske , I should shoot the pistol out of his hand , or fire into the ground . And it was not until I had decided that the latter act would better show our contempt for him and his insult , that I fell asleep . Von Ritter and Miller woke me at four o'clock . They were painfully correct and formal . Miller had even borrowed something of the Baron 's manner , which sat upon him as awkwardly as would a wig and patches . I laughed at them both , but , for the time being , they had lost their sense of humor ; and we drank our coffee in a constrained and sleepy silence .