about noon
I have never had any but the vaguest recollection of my installation at that inn , so near to insensibility I was when I fell against its door . I have a dim memory of having exchanged a few words with a sleepy , stolid host ; of being glad of the darkness of the night , for it prevented him from noticing my wet , frozen , begrimed , bedraggled , half-dead condition ; of my bargaining for the sole occupancy of a room ; of his leading me up a winding stairway to a chamber ; of my plunging from the threshold to the bed as soon as the door was opened . I slept for several hours . When I awoke , it was about noon , and I was very hungry and thirsty . My clothes had dried upon me , and I essayed to put them into a fairly presentable condition . I found within my doublet the four letters , which had been first soaked and then stiffened . The now useless one addressed to the Abbot Foulon , I destroyed ; then I went down to the kitchen , and saw , with relief , that it was empty .