eight o'clock
He became proficient . Brady 's bed and the Circe-breasted pillows that supported his head were his undoing . The morning after Shan Tung 's visit he awoke to find the sun flooding in through the eastern window of his room , The warmth of it as it fell full in his face , setting his eyes blinking , told him it was too late . He guessed it was eight o'clock . When he fumbled his watch out from under his pillow and looked at it , he found it was a quarter past . He got up quietly , his mind swiftly aligning itself to the happenings of yesterday . He stretched himself until his muscles snapped , and his chest expanded with deep breaths of air from the windows he had left open when he went to bed .