nine o'clock
So I reached the beach , and built a fire , whereby I dried my clothes . Then , having put on my shoes and stockings , which had been kept pretty dry by the tarpaulin , I walked up the beach in the direction of the scattered row of houses which , the moon having now risen , stood out very plain at about a quarter of a mile distant . I found the town to consist of a great straggling collection of low one-story buildings , mostly made of woven palm-branches , smeared over with mud which had dried in the sun . At this time it could not have been much less than nine o'clock , and all was dark and silent . I went aimlessly here and there , not knowing whither to direct my steps , until at last I caught sight of a little twinkle of light , which I perceived came through a crack of an ill-hung shutter . I went around to the front of the hut , which seemed larger and better made than others I had seen . Above the door hung an ill-made sign , and the moon shining full upon it , I could plainly see a rude picture of a heart with a crown above it , and underneath , written in great sprawling letters , -- `` Le Coeur du Roy . ''