About eight o'clock
He carried up a basket of logs to his room , made them blaze , and crouched over them till far into the night . But in the end the doubt and trouble of his mind subsided ; his purpose grew clear again . ` It was my own voice that spoke to me on the moor , ' he thought , ` the voice of my own best life . ' About eight o'clock , with the first light of the morning , he was roused by bustle and noise under his window . He got up , and , looking out , saw two sledges standing before the inn , in the cold grey light . Men were busy harnessing a couple of horses to each , and there were a few figures , muffled in great coats and carrying bags and wraps , standing about . ` They are going over to Fontainebleau station , ' he thought ; ` if that man keeps his appointment in Paris to-day , he will go with them . '