TWO O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING
`` Before I shut my paper , let me implore you on my knees , whatever you may decide , do not hate me ; do not load my breaking heart with a parent 's curse ! Whatever I may be , however low and degraded in my own eyes , still , that I sacrificed what is most precious to me , to my father , will impart the only consolation which will then have power to reach your dutiful and afflicted son . `` P. SOMERSET . `` HARROWBY ABBEY , TWO O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING . '' Dr. Cavendish remained in a profound sleep , whilst Pembroke , with an aching heart having written the above letter , and dispatched it by a man and horse , tried to compose himself to half an hour 's forgetfulness of life and its turmoils ; but he found his attempts as ineffectual as those of his friend . Thaddeus had found no repose on his restless pillow . Reluctant to disturb the doctor and Somerset , who , he hoped , having less cause for regret , were sleeping tranquilly , he remained in bed ; but he longed for morning .