nine o'clock
Dolores glanced around the hall ; but saw nothing of Philip or Antoinette . She was greatly relieved , for she had feared that their emotion would unnerve her ; but now she could reasonably hope to carry with her to the grave the secret of the devotion which was to cost her her life . She did not wish Philip ever to know that she had died in place of Antoinette , lest her friend should become hateful in his sight , and Antoinette herself be condemned to eternal remorse . It was now nine o'clock , and about twenty persons had assembled in the hall . The majority of them were unfortunates who , like Dolores , were to appear that morning before the tribunal ; but all did not enjoy a serenity like hers . One , a young man , seated upon a chair , a little apart from his companions , allowed his eyes to rove restlessly around without pausing upon any of the objects that surrounded him . Though his body was there , his mind assuredly , was far away .