One o’clock
Woe ! Woe ! Woe ! ' As the Two old men , with these words , wrung their hands , it shot into Mr. Goodchild 's mind that he was in the terrible situation of being virtually alone with the spectre , and that Mr. Idle 's immoveability was explained by his having been charmed asleep at One o'clock . In the terror of this sudden discovery which produced an indescribable dread , he struggled so hard to get free from the four fiery threads , that he snapped them , after he had pulled them out to a great width . Being then out of bonds , he caught up Mr. Idle from the sofa and rushed down-stairs with him . * * * * * ` What are you about , Francis ? '