one o'clock
I whispered to myself , hoarsely , drawing a deep breath , and pushing with all my force into the soft upholstered back of my chair . Then I leaned forward and watched the window , momentarily expecting to see it raised by unseen hands ; but it never budged . Then I watched the glass anxiously , half hoping , half fearing to see something pass through it ; but nothing came , and I began to get irritable . I looked at my watch , and saw that it was half-past one o'clock . `` Hang you ! '' I cried , `` whatever you are , why do n't you appear , and be done with it ? The idea of keeping a man up until this hour of the night ! ''