nearly midday
As they drove along Pilar leaned silently in her corner , only heaving a deep sigh from time to time ; and Wilhelm , too , found nothing to say , oppressed as he was by the consciousness of being in an untenable situation , the eventual end of which he could not foresee . Arrived at the hotel , they retired at once to their rooms and to rest , scarcely touching the supper which Pilar had ordered rather for Wilhelm than herself . She lay awake for hours , and it was daybreak before she got any sleep . It was nearly midday when she opened her eyes . Wilhelm was sitting fully dressed at the window that faced the Tuileries , gazing down upon the dreary autumnal park with its trees half-bare , the paths covered with dead leaves -- its marble statues and silent fountains . She stretched out her arms to him , and he hastened over to kiss her fondly . As her eye fell upon her tiny jeweled watch , she gave a cry of dismay .