five o’clock
After tea we had the guitar ; and Dora sang those same dear old French songs about the impossibility of ever on any account leaving off dancing , La ra la , La ra la , until I felt a much greater Monster than before . We had only one check to our pleasure , and that happened a little while before I took my leave , when , Miss Mills chancing to make some allusion to tomorrow morning , I unluckily let out that , being obliged to exert myself now , I got up at five o'clock . Whether Dora had any idea that I was a Private Watchman , I am unable to say ; but it made a great impression on her , and she neither played nor sang any more . It was still on her mind when I bade her adieu ; and she said to me , in her pretty coaxing way -- as if I were a doll , I used to think : ` Now do n't get up at five o'clock , you naughty boy . It 's so nonsensical ! ' ` My love , ' said I , ` I have work to do . ' ` But do n't do it ! '