nine o'clock before
And then , having buried ourselves in hay , Jack Dawson and I fell to arguing the matter in question , I sticking to my scruples -LRB- partly from vanity -RRB- , and he stoutly holding t ` other side ; and I , being warmed by my own eloquence , and he not less heated by liquor -LRB- having taken best part of the last bowl to his share -RRB- , we ran it pretty high , so that at one point Jack was for lighting a candle end he had in his pocket and fighting it out like men . But , little by little , we cooled down , and towards morning , each giving way something , we came to the conclusion that we would have Don Sanchez show us the steward , that we might know the truth of his story -LRB- which I misdoubted , seeing that it was but a roguish kind of game at best that he would have us take part in -RRB- , and that if we found all things as he represented them , then we would accept his offer . And also we resolved to be down betimes and let him know our determination before he set out for London , to the end that we might not be left fasting all the day . But herein we miscalculated the potency of liquor and a comfortable bed of hay , for 't was nine o'clock before either of us winked an eye , and when we got down , we learnt that Don Sanchez had been gone a full hour , and so no prospect of breaking our fast till nightfall . Presently comes Moll , all fresh and pink from the house , and falls to exclaiming upon the joy of sleeping betwixt clean sheets in a feather bed , and could speak of nothing else , saying she would give all the world to sleep so well every day of her life . `` Eh , '' whispers her father in my ear , `` you see how luxuries do tempt the poor child , and what kind of a bed she is like to lie in if our hopes miscarry . '' On which , still holding to my scruples , I says to Moll : '' 'T is easy to say you would give the world , Moll , but I know full well you would give nothing for all the comfort possible that was not your own . ''