five o'clock
Never once did the fever of a hot and violent passion cause him any discomfort . The love that he felt was intense but calm ; neither wholly spiritual , nor wholly material , but a union of both . As soon as he reached his room , he spent a few moments thinking about his betrothed , and then finding himself overpowered by drowsiness , he blew out his light and fell into deep sleep . Before it was five o'clock , the chamber-maid 's voice woke him . It was still pitch dark , and would be so for some time . He lighted the candle , and dressed himself carefully . He was quick about it , though his hands trembled a little .