three o'clock
But what could I do ? In the first place , how was I to get out of the room ? My situation was so embarrassing , and at the same time so ridiculous , that I could with difficulty resist a hysterical inclination to laugh . Here I was , at all events , a close prisoner till Captain Lovell should go to bed , and he seemed to have no idea of that rational proceeding , though it was now past three o'clock . He walked about the room , whistling softly . Once he came so near my hiding-place that I felt his breath on my cheek . `` Good heavens , '' thought I , `` if he should take it into his head to have a shower-bath now to brace his nerves ! ''