nine o'clock
He asked for a small glass of brandy , then without saying a word , or even bidding any one good-night , he took his wooden candlestick , and entering his room bolted the door behind him , and nothing further was heard from him that night . The _ skydskarl _ had taken refuge in the barn , where he was already sound asleep in company with the sorrel horse . Dame Hansen and her daughter rose with the sun the next morning , but no sound came from the room of their guest , who was probably still sleeping . A little after nine o'clock he made his appearance even more glum and ill-tempered than the evening before , complaining that his bed had been hard , and that the noise in the house had kept him awake ; then he opened the door and looked out at the sky . The prospect was not very cheering , certainly , for the wind was blowing a gale , and the stranger concluded not to venture out . Still he did not waste his time . With his pipe in his mouth he walked about the inn as if trying to familiarize himself with the arrangement of the interior .