nine o'clock
When I woke again it was with that sense of complete bewilderment which that sort of sleep produces . The shutters and curtains were closed , the candles were lit on the dressing-room table , and my maid was sitting on a chair near the fire . I called her and asked in a drowsy voice what o'clock it was . `` It is near nine o'clock , Ma'am . '' `` Why is it so dark ? Why are the shutters shut ? Have I been ill ? ''