nine o'clock
As night closed , Morton could not avoid feeling extreme anxiety ; Isabella had not visited the prison since the day previous , nor had she sent any message . Doubts the most annoying possessed his mind -- at one time he thought she had been detected in her schemes for his rescue ; then that her courage had failed , and she had abandoned him to his fate ; or that her affection for her relatives had overcome her love for him . He had partially made known to his four fellow-prisoners his hopes of relief , cautioning them against sleeping , but enjoining upon them to keep perfectly quiet . It was now past nine o'clock ; and , with mingled feelings of disappointment , grief , and anger , he was just resigning all hopes , when the sentry at the door challenged . The next moment a person dressed in a long , loose cloak stood before him , whom he immediately recognized as his loved Isabella . `` I have brought you some supper and some wine , '' said the young lady , addressing him , as usual upon similar occasions , in Spanish ; `` I ought to have come before , but it was impossible . '' So saying , she set her basket upon the stone bench , and , in so doing , whispered Morton : `` Every thing is ready ; be patient , and be guided by me . ''